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:: finally finished with the real... walking in bubblegum dreams ... sleep deprivation creating its own natural trip... make way to the wee morn songs... ahhh 6 foot 3 left something here...
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Originally Posted by 6 FOOT 3
Well since hate the night i always wait for the stars to fall and the beautiful Sun to rise as i derive power from that beautiful star in our Solar System.
Right at this momment "don't take the girl" by Tim McGraw on my itunes
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Originally Posted by mamax3lovelife
I love this song. good one 6 FOOT 3
:: stretches out on the huge comfy couch and spins Waiting for a star to fall.... sighs contently... soo good to get back to sanity ... feels energy pour with the sax... sings::... in my arms baby yeaaa.... ::claps in time with the music... :: I wanna reach out and pull you to me....
:: grabs a pillow and dances all 'round the room... tiredness forgotten... ::.... waaaaiiitttin for a staaarrrrr! .... a Very Good song!
::tucks pillow under arm and comes over to see what other music has been laying around before I play some of my own... goes to the table near the window and sees Ms. Rare floating around in a balloon... tied down by a 18 foot rope... chuckles and waves... watches her bob and weave for awhile in the aire currents... ::
:: thinks to himself... since he's already in a chemical inbalance of psychedelics... maybe look around for that kinda music... goes to an unlock cabinet and thumb thru some oldies ... turns on the Film about it while he looks::
:: groups of people knocks on door... looking for the party where the Merry Pranksters are to be hanging out... point them in the direction of the orchards... about two hours walk... sees that SC isn't feeling well... get a group of guys to make a sling to carry him to the warm healing waters... ::
MERRY PRANKSTERS =====>>>>>>
:: put up a sign for the boisterious ones... while the group of five carefully lift SC onto the sling... each with a corner and head out the other direction into the balmy aire... :: "Make sure someone got his music okay? To a chorus of reassurance that his music is coming along as well.... "
:: an older man began a soft rhythmic hum in which we all take up in choir... repeating... as we walk in the falling dusk... lanterns by the road coming on one by one.... delicate scents meet us as we turn toward the springs... someone runs ahead to a small booth on the side... already starting up SC's music... ::
:: old man gestures for sling to be lowered... rubs mud in areas of kidneys and liver... then have SC just float while old man sits on the bank... lights up a corn pipe full of dandelion weeds... rest of us make a campfire... softly sing in the darkness ::
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:: sees her coming back with a full wash basin... and understanding... struggles quickly to get outta shoes... kicks one this way and peel off the other with opposite foot.. never taking eyes off of her... hands tries to quickly rip off socks before she changes her mind... drops to a knee to roll up pants... quickly looks around... then back at her...:: Ms. cel... er.. Yes...
:: swears as a shoe tumbles a bit down the hill... sees where she is and takes off after it... d*** it to h***... grabs it and huffs back as she is weave walking or... what the heck is she doing... she doesn't walk in straight lines?... no matter... tries to stack the shoes neatly... wriggles toes... anxious... prays:: God do not let her change her mind... Do not let her change her...
~glances toward Mr. MMC and blushes at His open expression … He makes me feel pretty~
~sunlight dapples through canopy of trees …arms cradle container of sweet-scented waters … soft linen gently taps shoulder with each step … eyes catch Mr. MMC—and he’s holding a shoe …. Slender ribbons swirl ‘round it~
~flash of joy … pace quickens to reach Him … birds chirp and call… insects buzz … woodland creatures scurry~
~arrives at the mound on which Mr. MMC is standing … invites Him to sit … pausing as He seats Himself … lowers fragrant waters onto the grassy floor… positioning it near His feet~
~gaze falls on His crown of dark hair and broad shoulders … twinge of shyness bursts through as i say~
Mr. MMC, Sir, when You are ready, the basin shall be moved to ensure Your comfort … ~a nod and smile signal He’s ready~
~He slides heel into the sweet-scented waters, toes resting on side… holding breath, shakily reaches for ladle … a butterfly alights on the very top of Mr. MMC’s toes and says just follow me… sees butterfly dance around the upper arch … ladles follows motion~
~watches as water rivulets stream over toes and the top of His foot… hairs in waters path curl or lay flat… fascinating! Softly gasps at such beauty … from a distance a crystal drop of water falls as if in slow motion … lands on shoe as i .. the droplet … spread … shoes!!
~lightly runs fingertips over leather~ brings tip of shoes to nose… inhales~ ~swoons … dizzy sensations~ ~drops to knees … sweetness floods~ ~slips small hand into one shoe and then the other… dark and forbidden… falls to ground~ butterflies…
~presses hands deep within large shoes~ ~close to waters and ensured invisibility, mocks walking… making imprints … so many imprints! Here and there! Butterflies appear in trail of footprints ~ multicolored… fluttering… giggles in delight! so inspired! … darts in mock walking towards brook…
:: sees such beauty afar... real demands 2-3 days... Rides along the ridge with Sunshine... stops... heart sings in these lands... ... eyes waters... turns mare 'round... clicks tongue... gallops back... ... heart echoes... ::
:: sees such beauty afar... real demands 2-3 days... Rides along the ridge with Sunshine... stops... heart sings in these lands... ... eyes waters... turns mare 'round... clicks tongue... gallops back... ... heart echoes... ::
:: grabs legs of bird firmly ::: dunks in steaming pot of water ::: dunks again:::
counts silently to ten ::: pulls bird out of water :: wet feathers :: plops onto counter ::
: pulls feathers out :: stripping to skin:: plucking:: plucking :: feathers pile up as bird frame is revealed :::
::looking up:: ah Cellie! :: exclaims with a smile:: Come on in....making a healing soup for ShadowCaver :::
::wipes hands on cloth:: straightens apron :: takes her tiny soft hands and gives them a welcoming squeeze :: does Thee want to be a helper?
:: at her nod:: wraps aqua cloth all round her:: pulls the ties away into a bow:: saying, Will Thee please chop this parsely into tiny bits,
Thee might use that cutting board over there...:: points to a wooden block::
::works on completing the plucking:: considers and takes up favorite knife to cut chicken into chunks::
Humming a song.....
Ken Curtis - "Tumbling Tumbleweeds" Festus Country
:::tossing chicken chunks into olive oil in fry pan::
quickly dices sweet onions and adds to stir fry:::
::sizzling sounds:: fragrance steams up :: onions glazing golden...
bubble near the now tender chunks of meat::
::looks up as a beam of sun flashes through the pots lined on the porch ::
ah! wipes forhead with back of the hand:: wisping hair back:::
oh my gosh...this soup needs a million drops of this healing bulb ....have nearly fogotten!
:: dashes out the screen door:: reaches up and unties a braid of garlic::
:::tugs cloves from braid and smashes with back of knife...scrapes and tosses in the bubbling pan :::
steps back into the kitchen now humming... parsley... sage... rosemary ....and.... thyme....mmm...did Thee know tis a song for peace Cellie dear... this one sang it for years without noticing the words...
Amazing Rhythm Aces - The End Is Not in Sight - 1976
as Cellie passes the parsley, smiling:: tilts head to take in her sweet being in the bright kitchen::
ah dear Cellie, could Thee chop celery and some of these roots:: handing her the winter roots of minerals...parsnips, sunshine bright carrots:::
and when Thee are finished, dear...just toss them in.... deep smile:::
::twirls round to see if all is used::
::squeezing a lemon into the sputtering oil... adding red sweet peppers... crumbles leaves of sage and rosemary:: scented steam billows::
::standing by the old cast iron sink::washing off potatoes:: peeks out the window and sees MadAtMcCain's sillhouette as he passes over the hill...
sighs with happiness... twas years since this one has seen alive and walking the earth those of the old guard, honor guardsmen of the way...
tis truly special to know a man of such care, wisdom and strength of purpose....
::nods a blessing to the path of the Warrior Healing Man:::
::turns to Cellie:: well, this is the dilemna dear one... do we want to use noodles, potatoes or rice for this soup?
:::tilts head in a quizzical way:: what does Thee think? ::hands point out the bowl of jasmine rice, the newly washed red skinned potatoes and the bag of curly noddles :::
::hops on one foot ... spins Cellie round in a little dance::what tis this one thinking? this is healing soup ... we just need the broth!
::laughing gently at the mistake :: pours well water from silver pitcher into the pot of meat, herbs and vegetables::
adds a dash of vinegar :: explaining... to bring out the calcium::
leans close to Cellie... whispers we nay know if Shadow Caver uses wine...
so for this broth will just use water drawn in the moon light...
::gently adds a partial hand of sea salt :: carefully drops four bright
chile peppers to float on the simmering broth :: murmuring...one for the Heavens, one for the Earth, one for the Healing, one for the Birth....
::leaning over the medley of savory flavors:: nods deeply:: stirs with wooden spoon:::
now dear... Thee can add anything to please... soft eyes... including chants and prayers, dear...they will be good or everyone and especially for those in need of healing sips....
: places lid on big copper bottom pot::
::brings fingers to lips in a silent shushhhh ::: beckons Cellie... reaches out to take her tiny hand
as we tip toe out to the reading room...
heart singing as the soup begins to merge simmer and blend...
Odetta Live in concert 2005, "House of the Rising Sun"
:: rushes in... kneels on one knee... eyes scan dark skies... hands sure as the set-up is secured... strikes a match and cup hand to wick... lit.. it sputters then gain force... backs away, eyes steady.. hears real .. lingers almost a second to long... turns back quickly... withdraws as a burst of sparks spills.. crackles...
live stream pushes rocket forward... speed of lightning ... deep into darkness... song echoes even before brilliant pulses of colours are seen... from center traveling to edges... circular edges ripple successively... their own spinning worlds following the rise and fall... ebb and swell of song... ::
I want to come over
To hell with the Consequence...
you told Me you loved Me
That's all I believe...
I Want To Come Over
Artist(Band):Melissa Etheridge
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