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Beauty. I went to see Mark Knopfler last night. For years my dad has said he is the best guitar player. The best. I have always been a fan - Dire Straits - always. But I did not know just how good. Mark Knopfler. The man can play guitar. He can make it sing. He can make it dance. He can make it cry. Make me cry. I cried. Brothers in arms. The man can play guitar into the core of my soul - to that place in my stomach that does that funny little thing when I fall in love, and he can make it do that funny little thing that it does when I fall in love. Yes, I think I am in love with Mark Knopfler's guitar. And his voice. And his stories. And his band. His bass player can dance with the big lady, and his fingers don't walk, they dance too. Sometimes they outright jig. The drummer - the most impressive drum kit I have ever seen - versatile, variable, very, very good. Every musician multi talented. They rocked the Ukulele, ripped up the fiddle, cascaded secluded waterfalls with the flute. They played so soft, so strong, so sincere. They played to every emotion. The body responded. The heart, the mind, the soul. Was it worth the money? Yes. Would I do it again? About once a week. I would only have to train one more horse a month to cover the expenditure, and I'd say it'd be inspiration to work harder.
That is not all I came to tell you about. This entry has been brewing in me for days now. This journal has been lacking in time, essence, beauty. So matter of fact, so this is, this was, I hope this will be. No mention of the fantastic sunset the other night or the glow of the girl on her horse with the sun behind them, glistening off his fiery coat and her golden hair. No mention of the long shadows behind the well conditioned paint horses with the sun lighting their coats ablaze the same. A forgotten thought the moment I noticed the bluebells blooming - I love the bluebells, and the lilies. My favorite flowers. Wild. Independent. A forgotten tale the day John (the horse) & I walked right beside a young fawn, hiding in the grass by the fence - leaped up and bounded toward the bush in search of safety and her mother. No mention of the large drop rain fall with the billowing black clouds edged by blue sky and sunshine, the freshness of the air and the rainbow hanging there, across the water and behind the bushes to the east.
It seems like so many others that I have hurried through life and forgotten to notice nature around me, like I take for granted the hawk & the sparrow, dipping and diving and dancing in the sky. There is so much more than riding in circles, so much more than educating and moving from one day to the next in search of the dollar and getting things done. I do notice. I notice when my own herd comes thundering across the pasture with the water colour sky behind them, and I stop, and I look, and I listen, and I know how lucky I am. I know this is off topic, and hardly what you may have expected to come here and find, but what the heck, this is my journal, these are my thoughts, and I hope everyone reading this can take a moment if you haven't lately and notice. Just notice a little something beautiful, and appreciate for just a moment that you can.
That is not all I came to tell you about. This entry has been brewing in me for days now. This journal has been lacking in time, essence, beauty. So matter of fact, so this is, this was, I hope this will be. No mention of the fantastic sunset the other night or the glow of the girl on her horse with the sun behind them, glistening off his fiery coat and her golden hair. No mention of the long shadows behind the well conditioned paint horses with the sun lighting their coats ablaze the same. A forgotten thought the moment I noticed the bluebells blooming - I love the bluebells, and the lilies. My favorite flowers. Wild. Independent. A forgotten tale the day John (the horse) & I walked right beside a young fawn, hiding in the grass by the fence - leaped up and bounded toward the bush in search of safety and her mother. No mention of the large drop rain fall with the billowing black clouds edged by blue sky and sunshine, the freshness of the air and the rainbow hanging there, across the water and behind the bushes to the east.
It seems like so many others that I have hurried through life and forgotten to notice nature around me, like I take for granted the hawk & the sparrow, dipping and diving and dancing in the sky. There is so much more than riding in circles, so much more than educating and moving from one day to the next in search of the dollar and getting things done. I do notice. I notice when my own herd comes thundering across the pasture with the water colour sky behind them, and I stop, and I look, and I listen, and I know how lucky I am. I know this is off topic, and hardly what you may have expected to come here and find, but what the heck, this is my journal, these are my thoughts, and I hope everyone reading this can take a moment if you haven't lately and notice. Just notice a little something beautiful, and appreciate for just a moment that you can.
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Gillian
03:02 PM on October 06, 2008
well put, my friend, well put.
<br>it is good to put these experiences to words, good for your soul, and a blessing to anyone that perchance should be reading your journal. If we who live in the watercolor should fail to see it, how about those living in the concrete jungle - so glad you took the time to remind me, and to open a window for some gridlocked souls elsewhere.
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