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Post by JTwolf on Mar 18, 2005 8:55:06 GMT -5
Hello Peter and blotter. Welcome to your new home. Spring is springing indeed! Crokus's are blooming here in Colorado as well. Nice to see flowers again.....becoming wistfull thinking about the warm flavor scented air being breathed into my lungs......tasting the sky....
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Post by peter on Mar 19, 2005 7:52:11 GMT -5
"funny", he thought as his cat tried typing on his keyboard at the same time he was trying to talk to a wolf.... My tree cat loves the sound of singing and the playfull touch of the keys as she sits 6' from me now , extending her paw to half hug me. She never takes her eyes off the keys.. even when she decides to go for a walk on them.... Some how i think of gene kelly doing a number on a hollywoood piano that fills the stage... .. funnny how spring is... or coloarado or new york or new zealand or the ocean... Everything is in constant motion and emotion... and cats ? although they seem to loose interest ? really dont. nor otters or trees or seasons..... they continue... not caring to care but existing. exiting in and out of our own awareness, yet always there when we exit our own view... And in some way happpier we reconnect with the fluidity of our own thought..... silly otter is now best friends with "Blue" the beaver and in another easy way , blotter is happy that wolf's Colorado spring is there for Jt's spirit....
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Post by peter on Mar 19, 2005 7:57:49 GMT -5
The echo of "i register i register iregister" is still drifting around here..... thanks eeeeee.. nice to see you tooooo... really. ...fish fish fish...... and full hugs for all the work you do.... p
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Post by JTwolf on Mar 19, 2005 8:53:46 GMT -5
soon to be time to walk the highlands once again....seeing the mushrooms standing with red and white spotted heads in the secret glades...hearing the water falling down the mountainside through the rocks in it's path.....mountain trout for blotter! fishfishfish, I hear him saying! hello to kitty from wolf...wolves like cats, as long as they don't get too carried away with there claws....
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Post by peter on Mar 19, 2005 12:24:13 GMT -5
"Hmmmmmmm".. fresh trout he tasted in his memory along with the smiles of joy in the brooks, stone,sky and the Rocky mountain springs which he longed for again.. It was the place of his birth, his true birth. It was where he spun in laughter with another and was reminded of why the aspen quakes under the bluest cold air. It is where he knows a treespirit, a energy of circles and of the boundless flights of eagles who whisper back to blotter everywhere he goes.. its where the play and fullness of nowwwwww reaches within him in agentle meowwwwww and of how how how I like youre meeeeeeowwwwwww! And all the while blotter's tail whisks back and fourth over time with the flute and penny whistle of his special days of the green life that touches blue under a yellow so pure. It is with in with in within that friendvoices call.... and blotter smiles the biggest otter smiles as his mouth tickels with another laughterjoy
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Post by JTwolf on Mar 19, 2005 16:06:01 GMT -5
once was the time I scoffed at those that would hug a tree....until the day in a cold rain I stood beside a giant old pine, and looked up into her branches, and watched the drop of the rain from high over head, and the old grandmother spoke to me.....I reached my arms around her as far as they would go, and held on for an eternity. The spirit of the tree entered me that day, and periodically in passing a touch to say hello, or stop and a hug to say thank you for the clean air I breathe. sitting under the giant old pine, playing my 5 hole flute the song of the spirit that resides in my....I have found a home in these venerable mountains...here I will reside till it's time to pass away, then forever to play with the wind whispering it's song in the needles of the pines........
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Post by Venu on Mar 19, 2005 18:29:15 GMT -5
Once upon a time, there was a Dreamer wandering the desolated lands of rural South India. He had a Dream. Many a Dream, of course. He was trying to realize one of them with all his might though he didn't have any might at all. He was broke, fragile...but then he wanted to do something that everyone else thought was impossible. In vain. One day he was standing near a banyan tree. He was just looking at the tree, and for no reasons, he started a conversation with the tree. Primarily because the tree is always a good listener no matter what you have to talk about. It doesn't offer its "wisdom" to your problem.
The man just asked the tree this : "Look, you are the part of this Universe just like me, and I have this little problem now. I always believed that this Universe, this you and me and these birds --this system called Universe always responds to one's sincere prayers and needs and struggles. I still do believe so. But why isn't it coming thru? What's the problem? Where am I missing out? You have to answer me. This is your ultimatum. I am waiting for a letter. I need that letter very badly. Been waiting and struggling for it for a long time now. Almost two years. Can't hold on to it anymore. I need it now. If I don't get it very soon, I'm gonna scrap everything up. No more trials. You hear me? No more trials. And no more beliefs. If this Universe doesn't respond to a sincere effort, damn it, it's not my mistake. It's up to you. You have your own sources, right??? Please convey this message to everyone you know. To these birds, to the stars and sun and breeze and those trees. Spread this message as fast as you can. Let everyone know what I need. Now. Fast. Hurry up. I need an answer. Right?" The man cried for maybe an hour. Fortunately there was no one walking by at that time, otherwise they would have thought he was nuts. Who would talk to a tree ?? The man received his letter the next day. The tree listened to whatever he said.
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Post by peter on Mar 19, 2005 19:35:32 GMT -5
Jt ? wouldnt be a shakuhachi would it?...
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Post by JTwolf on Mar 19, 2005 20:28:11 GMT -5
Hello Peter....no not a shakuhachi, it is a Native American Indian flute....have been playing for about 7 years now...very relaxing,,,trees sing with me in the forest.....birds are quiet until I finish then they sing.....sometimes one will sing with me....that's always nice. My beliefs and philosophies lean more toward the American Indians, with some Eastern thrown in for good measure.
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Post by JTwolf on Mar 19, 2005 20:36:02 GMT -5
here's a pic for ya'll....hope this works! Just learning!
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Post by JTwolf on Mar 19, 2005 20:41:12 GMT -5
It worked!! thanks Edina!! Hey blotter, here's a pic for you!
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Post by Edina on Mar 20, 2005 8:18:00 GMT -5
Amazing scenery JT!! Oh I'm sure Peter will love the last one too. fish...fish...fish...swish...swish...swish...yummm
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Post by peter on Mar 20, 2005 9:22:01 GMT -5
Jt? allllllll smiles here.... thanks for the flowers trees and sky and the speckled trout are swimmmmmmmingly a constant wonder... What a simple pleasure they bring.... Is that youre photography for the fish? ... snow here right now in Rhinebeck NY. Some otter sign but no fish....so thanks for the wonderfull inspiration!!!!!... E? you were right... those are some niiiiiiiiice looking fish.. sluuuuuurp! but just nice on their own, tooooo... I dont always eat fish.... i like mollusks too and water bugs and shrimp and lobster, scallops and of course seafish...... hmmmmm.. Thanks JT!! lovely shots!
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Post by JTwolf on Mar 20, 2005 9:27:52 GMT -5
;D ahhhhhh....your all welcome...thank you so much for enjoying my art.....yes, they are my shots.....I'll share more periocically if you like? I have an empty 75 gallon aquarium that the fish shot sits in....don't ever have to feed em or change the water!!
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Post by peter on Mar 21, 2005 12:45:46 GMT -5
I was watching those fish with blottereyes a moment ago.... and wouldnt ya know it? he just jumped right in , looking for a freebie but alll he got was dicombuzzeled... heeee heeee ,, those fish didnt move one bit.. no tasties , no nuttin.. and I? I just laugh at how sometimes we think the picture is real. but its just the image of what was in a moment some jttimeago. even the field that allows me to strechout is a suggestion of a path, a jtpath and even shared cannot be walked or swum by another unless it is shared with the instant creator. one day i wont lose so much detail. maybe.
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