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  • music at the beginning
    • swatson217
       
      John Hiatt is a great songwriter!!  I saw him live in Newport, RI once.  Cool guy.
  • a way beyond words and toward connecting better than almost anything else I know.
  • hincty
    • swatson217
       
      great word!
  • And then it took a turn
    • swatson217
       
      another lovely turn 
  •  I want Chapter Seven to be read aloud to me as I die.
    • swatson217
       
      such a beautiful, sad, meaningful idea....but you're not allowed to die, Terry.  :)
  • genius loci
    • swatson217
       
      special atmosphere or guardian spirit - had to look this up!  What a cool concept.  I am not sure my blog is due such a sense of wonder...though I do fling the words out into it without much editing, in hopes that some part or piece of a true spirit of words will survive the process.  It really is filled with mostly my gut impulses. If I thought too much about any of it, I wouldn't write any of it.
    • Terry Elliott
       
      Your blog does have it. Hovering and angelic and full of deviltry, too.
  • There really are undiscovered connections everywhere.  Holy digital spaces that we believe in because others do and because we do.  Inspiring, breathing in, like the zephyr at dawn. Sweet and wild and impossible to word.
    • swatson217
       
      I think there are many many people who would think this is impossible in digital spaces, to be made to "feel" like this.  Yet we live its veracity and veritability. And yes, the words to describe it are impossible, though you and Simon seem to create words from the mist/fog/smoke.
    • Terry Elliott
       
      Love the juxta of veracity/veritability. And words are smoke from the fire and wake from the ship and fog from the Piper at dawn's gate.
  • the planning drops off,
    • swatson217
       
      trying to label and name the unnameable
  • a new presence is born.
    • swatson217
       
      when "flow" is reached in teaching, it is gorgeousness.
  • We become the pipers at the gates of dawn if only for a few moments and the seeming chaos of improvisation, of taking our lead from the pipedreams in the ayre, becomes impossibly logical, a transcendent logic.  
    • swatson217
       
      I don't even know what to say here except that your writing is beautiful and you manage to lead me down some ever-twisting/changing/flowing thought process that makes no sense and yet makes perfect sense as long as I don't try to pin it down.  As long as it stays in my peripheral vision, it is crystal clear.
    • Terry Elliott
       
      LOL, yeah, the piper with his contract to lure away the kids to their doom.
  • (Please read Chapter Seven of Wind in the Willows here. ).
    • swatson217
       
      I did, just now, and was blown away by it.  I read it a LONG time ago and I don't think I ever truly appreciated it until now.
  • we really are  rescuing children from the leg traps and snares of the world when instead we should be taking them to meet the pipers at the gates of dawn.
    • swatson217
       
      The images in that chapter - wow. That chubby little baby otter being saved and protected by Pan, while the two who search for him are pulled along by the music they aren't even 100% sure they can hear.  The purposeful forgetting.  The joy in the baby knowing them already, yet still looking for the now-missing Pan. So many of my kids are missing joy.  Do they even know what it is?  Will they ever? When you come to school just for food, is that joy?  How can we teach joy???
    • Terry Elliott
       
      The baby otter's name is Portly. So....sweet. Joy is beyond comfort.
  • t is memory and the experience of shared discipline and questions and ranging out into the world.
  • Hence, the resonating chord stretched between us and only felt as it vibrates, akin.
  • Robert Johnson at a crossroads making a pact with Old Scratch,
    • swatson217
       
      love the music references!
    • Terry Elliott
       
      Music is an uber language of feeling.
  • We are all tied to each other.  If one goes down, the rest of us will be pulled down the mountain.
    • swatson217
       
      I do feel a sense of responsibility to you connected folks.  Not in an obligation kind of way, but in a shared experience kind of way.
    • Terry Elliott
       
      A vibrating string. There are an impossibly large number of connections for us to parallel process, but we need to send out a pulse every once in awhile, a ping to the freaking world that says, step off, I got sumfin to say.
  • too long
    • swatson217
       
      ha!  I try to Not Use More Words Than I Need To.  Choose Words That Matter.  But Don't Think Too Much.
  • Dr. John
    • swatson217
       
      awesome music!
    • Terry Elliott
       
      Those piano riffs that bookend this hit song are the def of inspired.
  • the call must be for us
    • swatson217
       
      'You hear better than I,' said the Mole sadly. 'I cannot catch the words.' 'Let me try and give you them,' said the Rat softly, his eyes still closed. 'Now it is turning into words again-faint but clear-Lest the awe should dwell-And turn your frolic to fret-You shall look on my power at the helping hour-But then you shall forget! Now the reeds take it up-forget, forget, they sigh, and it dies away in a rustle and a whisper. Then the voice returns- 'Lest limbs be reddened and rent-I spring the trap that is set-As I loose the snare you may glimpse me there-For surely you shall forget! Row nearer, Mole, nearer to the reeds! It is hard to catch, and grows each minute fainter. 'Helper and healer, I cheer-Small waifs in the woodland wet-Strays I find in it, wounds I bind in it-Bidding them all forget! Nearer, Mole, nearer! No, it is no good; the song has died away into reed-talk.' 'But what do the words mean?' asked the wondering Mole. 'That I do not know,' said the Rat simply. 'I passed them on to you as they reached me. Ah! now they return again, and this time full and clear! This time, at last, it is the real, the unmistakable thing, simple-passionate-perfect--'
    • Terry Elliott
       
      I love the fumblng for the concrete here: faint but clear, the dwelling awe, frolic to fret, the helping hour, reed, trap set, helper and healer, reed-talk, pass them on, sighing and dying away sound. Nearer,nearer. The 'approaching-ness' of words and, inevitably, their 'failing-ness'.
  • new dawn.
    • swatson217
       
      Old Crow Medicine Show: We're all in this thing together Walkin' the line between faith and fear This life don't last forever When you cry I taste the salt in your tears Well my friend, let's put this thing together And walk the path that worn out feet have trod If you wanted we can go home forever Give up your jaded ways, spell your name to God. All we are is a picture in a mirror Fancy shoes to grace our feet All that there is is a slow road to freedom Heaven above and the devil beneath All we are is a picture in a mirror Fancy shoes to grace our feet All that there is is a slow road to freedom Heaven above and the devil beneath
    • Terry Elliott
       
      One of my favs

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