I caught the middle one still enough to do a couple with me. Just for the feel of it. This is one of my favorites. Partly because of the content and partly because my son played with me. That’s what it’s all about, playing, becoming again “as a little child.” It also goes along with the Youtube videos yesterday. Getting back to the place before ego completely took control.
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Still in my top five favorites. 🙂 I never get tired of this one…
I listened to it and smiled. I enjoy it objectively like someone else wrote it. It is sweet to me
You feel it because it’s still you…
Yes. I’m the boy
🙂 I know. I meant you still embody that spirit.
You have a voice that draws one in to close their eyes and daydream of hazy,lazy summer days….
back when running barefoot was connecting with all that ran before us on this sacred land 🙂
the piano was flowing perfectly with your thoughts as you gave them life
I enjoyed…very much
Thank you for sharing your magick touch
Take Care…You Matter…
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maryrose
Thank you so. I am constantly amazed and humbled that talented insightful folk like yourself choose to spend time with me. It is a joy
You’re Welcome…. and Thank you for the compliment… not sure about the talented, but the insightful I think comes from stumbling down the rabbit hole many times to visit Alice and the MadHatter ( and tea of course with the Queen of Hearts,,,) when the winds whispered I came back up and dusted off the where I came from dust and wrote what I heard,
sorry, I ramble, I was told once it is a Texas thang 🙂
Thank you for been kind and generous with your words
Take Care..You Matter…
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North South East or West Texas? Is matters. 🙂 Ima Louisiana boy. Right in the middle.
in the Heart of Texas, outside San Antonio 🙂 Hill Country….
so that explains the accent 🙂 and the deep, profound thoughts you share….
Hope you’re staying cool…when Summer comes to the South, She seems to do it with vigor and vapor
It is hot and humid here of late. Vapor is a good word for it. 🙂 Thunderstorms almost every afternoon. I love the storms.
already blazing here, too hot to even have an afternoon thunder storm 🙂
I love the thunder storms, they seem to wash away the days dust and chaos of the day
Laying down in the cool grass, and listening to the voice of summer, bringing us tales from a time when “Bare feet Running” reminded us of the lazy, hazy days, where there was nary a care in the world, and dashing down the pathway, toward a memory like days of future past.
What a completely captive audience you brought here this eve, and your telling so smooth, weaving around the notes so easily played, like boys playing tag across a meadow, laughter like the tickling of the ivories, leaving all but that moment behind.
You say the most beautiful things, Fim…
he made me say it LOL 🙂 {{{Calen}}}
She does. Her eloquent words like the perfume of her beautiful soul
🙂 thank you for paying attention to the boy. He was in hiding for a long while. He is enjoying my new friends very much
Smooth, warm . . . Velvety
It is very different for me but very fun.
Sorry, my mind goes far and fast on this kind of thing. Offlist yess!
I think what ever you do will be glorious
🙂
Oh good heavens! Yes, yes, yes!!! What an awesome project! We’ll all be waiting for the unveiling. You go, girlfriend! Plato, that was an inspired idea! Can’t wait! 🙂
I think it would be fun and thanks for the offer of more children, but four is more than I can handle right now. I walked away from the computer because one was knocking on the door. He came in bearing cake and I had to taste it. Sorry for the delay.
Clay when liquified is called slurry and feels smooth and can be poured into a plaster mold. Yes, anything is possible when you have your muse behind me, blowing words in my ears.
Think on this if thou would and email me with a price please. 🙂
I always think of the image of your face as a record, with grooves in in. Like an actual record, but in copper. Could say Plato’s Groove instead of a face. Still thinking. Hmm. Fun hammering, fun planning. I will reel myself in and come up with a price.
Let me know sugar 🙂
I will!
Sure, what do you have in mind?
I don’t know really. Something that represents what i do on the blog. I have no real objective measure or sense of what I am projecting or how it is seen and felt. I am going to slowly redo this blog and be changing the look of it. I have hired a web lady to start working she is coming up with logo ideas. I have no idea what she is thinking. You know better than she what I am about. Even if you did an abstract musc, plato, soul, searchy kind of thing it could be used for the background. I really have no idea. This kind of stuff is way outta my ability. I like the overall feel of the site in terms of simplicity. But if I continue to do the live stuff I will need promotional materials. If feels silly but I intend to pursue it. IS that clear as mud?
Yup, brown slurry, feels good when it runs through the fingers. 🙂
Make me a beautiful mud pie
Awesome, mud pies. 🙂 I’d have to make one in mud first while sitting in my new back yard, though old mud is just as good as new mud… My driveway is essentially a mud pit at the moment. I’m so gonna go get a bucket of mud, then tale a picture of it. ha-ha-ha. simulated mud in copper, never looks like anything other than lumpy copper. Just thinking.
I only want you to consider this if it would be fun and I dont have to mortgage my kids. 🙂
Gawsh! Blush. I think it is mutual support dear friend. Thank you.
“The connection of his bare feet to the soil,” makes me think you have not changed oh maker of June bug traps. Perhaps you changed, but remembered where you used to feel joy running barefoot in cutoffs with sun-lightened chocolate locks. Nice images/memories. Good morning Plato!
I have walked a very different path for a few decades. It was sterile and disconnected from this. Hopefully I am making my way back to that place. Morning sunshine.
I’m glad to have met you back where you seem to belong. If you don’t mind me says so. 🙂
Your kind attention has encouraged me along this new (old) way. Thank you
saying so. I meant to type. You sound good this morning and you didn’t make me bawl like usual. I can get used to this peace.
Can I commission you to make me something? A plato’s groove something?
Righteous story. lyrically and sonically compelling
Thank you for being here my friend.
There are no better friends that poetry and music. But with the addition of your voice it’s something else all together. Have I said before that I love your voice?
You are most kind my lady. It pleases me greatly that you enjoy my play. Thank you for being here
ahhhhhhhhh <3 P <3 L <3 A <3 T <3 O <3 this was good, most fun indeed… hahaha, I'm picturing you making june bug traps, this is too funny…. Life is good.
I am really gonna make some. I’m getting the stuff together now. Thet killed my zucchini and now must pay for their transgressions
The poem with the background music of the piano was very enticing. It was mellow and melodic, with a blues type of feeling–Very beautiful.
Oh sweetie, you could take an audience anywhere you wanted them to go. It’s just like listening to music while you do your homework. The background noise of the piano engages all those loose bits and pieces of your mind, while your focus is totally caught up in listening to a story Uncle Remus-style and for those 40+ seconds you are lost in that story.. That was just exactly as it ought to be. 🙂
Supposed to have been 4+ minutes… (rolls eyes… needed a longer nap!)
🙂 the boy can play can’t he? I skipped a couple words but was enjoying the feeling of what we were doing. The guys are comming tomorrow. Maybe we can get some more done. I’m trying to play with how to do this with different people. Each person changes it. Most fun. Now to make some june bug traps. 🙂
Yep he sure can play! It sounds like he knows exactly where you’re headed. Did he read your poem before hand or listen to you read it? You can tell your kiddo for me I think he’s totally awesome!
There was exquisite spontaneity in it, as if the words were just evolving right then and there… nobody would have known anything was missed because, in this here and now, nothing was.