Bare Feet Running – Live

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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.

54 thoughts on “Bare Feet Running – Live

  1. 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…
    )0(
    maryrose

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

    • 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?

  5. “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!

  6. 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.

  7. 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. 🙂

    • 🙂 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.

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