Musical Monday 3 – I hope you dance

For those who are joining me on the journey and for my children.

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Musical Monday 3 – I hope you dance

For those who are joining me on the journey and for my children.

A Boy’s Life


I read A Boy’s Life by Robert McCammon over the Christmas of 1991. In looking back through my old journals I found this extract which I think is worth sharing.

“I have seen many boys come and go,” she said. “I’ve seen some grow up and set roots and some grow up and move away. The years of a boys life pass so fast Cory.” she smiled faintly. “Boys want to hurry up and be men and then comes a day they wish they could be boys again. But I’ll tell you a secret Cory. Want to hear it?”

I nodded.

“No one,” Mrs Neville whispered, “ever grows up.”

I frowned. What kind of secret was that? My Dad and mom were grown up weren’t they? So were Mr Dollar, Chief Marchetta, Dr Parish, Reverend Lavoy, the lady and everybody else over eighteen.

“They may look grown up,” she continued, “But it’s a disguise. It’s just the clay of time. Men and women are still children deep in their hearts. They still would like to jump and play, but that heavy clay won’t let them. They’d like to shake off every chain the world’s put on them, take off their watches and neck ties and Sunday shoes and return naked to the swimmin’ hole, if just for one day. They’d like to feel free, and know that there’s a momma and daddy at home who’ll take care of things and love them no matter what. Even behind the face of the meanest man in the world is a scared little boy tryin’ to wedge himself into a corner where he can’t be hurt.” She put aside the papers and folded her hands on the desk. “I have seen plenty of boys grow into men, Cory, and I want to say one word to you. Remember.”

Remember? Remember what?

“Everything”, she said. “And anything. Don’t you go through a day without rememberin’ something of it and tuckin’ that memory away like a treasure. Because it is. And memories are sweet doors Cory. They’re teachers and friends and disciplinarians. When you look at something, don’t just look. See it. Really, really see it. See it so when you write it down, somebody else can see it too. It’s easy to walk through life deaf, dumb and blind, Cory. Most everybody you know or ever meet will. They’ll walk through a parade of wonders, and they’ll never hear a peep of it. But you can live a thousand lifetimes if you want to. You can talk to people you’ll never set eyes on, in lands you’ll never visit.”

She nodded watching my face. “And if you’re good and you’re lucky and you have something worth saying, then you might have the chance to live on long after – ” she paused, measuring her words. “Long after,” she finished.

******************************************************
The words resonate more strongly for me now than they did way back then when I was a 34 year old father of three. Though even then I was searching for the boy that had been locked away by the expectations of myself and others. I wonder if I ever did actually take the time to walk that parade of wonders, in keeping my journals I am thankful that at times my eyes were open and the voices of my children as children echo strongly from the pages of those books. I will always be grateful that I took the time to record some of the things they said and did at the time they were said or done. There is of course no recapturing the lost moments.

I recognise in the voice of Mrs Neville the feeling that at times I do want to return to the bedroom of my childhood, with it’s vintage car wallpaper and venetian blinds, and the safe feeling of being tucked in at night by Mum or Dad. Where the dust motes floated in sunbeams and the steam from the paper factory could be heard late in the still of the night. I wish the man I am now could revisit the homes of his grandparents and soak up the smell of freshly baked scones, or hear the laughter from the crowded kitchen table as another game of cards were dealt. Or be licked on the face by a dog and not care. Or splash in puddles of water on unmade roads, and fall over in the schoolyard skidpans and gaze in wonder at fireworks as if for the first time.

I am thankful for all that has gone before. I look forward to rekindling my wonder, to the things that were once simple pleasures. I am grateful for this world now which does mean that I can connect with people all over the world and with them continue to explore this journey.

A Boy’s Life


I read A Boy’s Life by Robert McCammon over the Christmas of 1991. In looking back through my old journals I found this extract which I think is worth sharing.

“I have seen many boys come and go,” she said. “I’ve seen some grow up and set roots and some grow up and move away. The years of a boys life pass so fast Cory.” she smiled faintly. “Boys want to hurry up and be men and then comes a day they wish they could be boys again. But I’ll tell you a secret Cory. Want to hear it?”

I nodded.

“No one,” Mrs Neville whispered, “ever grows up.”

I frowned. What kind of secret was that? My Dad and mom were grown up weren’t they? So were Mr Dollar, Chief Marchetta, Dr Parish, Reverend Lavoy, the lady and everybody else over eighteen.

“They may look grown up,” she continued, “But it’s a disguise. It’s just the clay of time. Men and women are still children deep in their hearts. They still would like to jump and play, but that heavy clay won’t let them. They’d like to shake off every chain the world’s put on them, take off their watches and neck ties and Sunday shoes and return naked to the swimmin’ hole, if just for one day. They’d like to feel free, and know that there’s a momma and daddy at home who’ll take care of things and love them no matter what. Even behind the face of the meanest man in the world is a scared little boy tryin’ to wedge himself into a corner where he can’t be hurt.” She put aside the papers and folded her hands on the desk. “I have seen plenty of boys grow into men, Cory, and I want to say one word to you. Remember.”

Remember? Remember what?

“Everything”, she said. “And anything. Don’t you go through a day without rememberin’ something of it and tuckin’ that memory away like a treasure. Because it is. And memories are sweet doors Cory. They’re teachers and friends and disciplinarians. When you look at something, don’t just look. See it. Really, really see it. See it so when you write it down, somebody else can see it too. It’s easy to walk through life deaf, dumb and blind, Cory. Most everybody you know or ever meet will. They’ll walk through a parade of wonders, and they’ll never hear a peep of it. But you can live a thousand lifetimes if you want to. You can talk to people you’ll never set eyes on, in lands you’ll never visit.”

She nodded watching my face. “And if you’re good and you’re lucky and you have something worth saying, then you might have the chance to live on long after – ” she paused, measuring her words. “Long after,” she finished.

******************************************************
The words resonate more strongly for me now than they did way back then when I was a 34 year old father of three. Though even then I was searching for the boy that had been locked away by the expectations of myself and others. I wonder if I ever did actually take the time to walk that parade of wonders, in keeping my journals I am thankful that at times my eyes were open and the voices of my children as children echo strongly from the pages of those books. I will always be grateful that I took the time to record some of the things they said and did at the time they were said or done. There is of course no recapturing the lost moments.

I recognise in the voice of Mrs Neville the feeling that at times I do want to return to the bedroom of my childhood, with it’s vintage car wallpaper and venetian blinds, and the safe feeling of being tucked in at night by Mum or Dad. Where the dust motes floated in sunbeams and the steam from the paper factory could be heard late in the still of the night. I wish the man I am now could revisit the homes of his grandparents and soak up the smell of freshly baked scones, or hear the laughter from the crowded kitchen table as another game of cards were dealt. Or be licked on the face by a dog and not care. Or splash in puddles of water on unmade roads, and fall over in the schoolyard skidpans and gaze in wonder at fireworks as if for the first time.

I am thankful for all that has gone before. I look forward to rekindling my wonder, to the things that were once simple pleasures. I am grateful for this world now which does mean that I can connect with people all over the world and with them continue to explore this journey.

A Boy’s Life


I read A Boy’s Life by Robert McCammon over the Christmas of 1991. In looking back through my old journals I found this extract which I think is worth sharing.

“I have seen many boys come and go,” she said. “I’ve seen some grow up and set roots and some grow up and move away. The years of a boys life pass so fast Cory.” she smiled faintly. “Boys want to hurry up and be men and then comes a day they wish they could be boys again. But I’ll tell you a secret Cory. Want to hear it?”

I nodded.

“No one,” Mrs Neville whispered, “ever grows up.”

I frowned. What kind of secret was that? My Dad and mom were grown up weren’t they? So were Mr Dollar, Chief Marchetta, Dr Parish, Reverend Lavoy, the lady and everybody else over eighteen.

“They may look grown up,” she continued, “But it’s a disguise. It’s just the clay of time. Men and women are still children deep in their hearts. They still would like to jump and play, but that heavy clay won’t let them. They’d like to shake off every chain the world’s put on them, take off their watches and neck ties and Sunday shoes and return naked to the swimmin’ hole, if just for one day. They’d like to feel free, and know that there’s a momma and daddy at home who’ll take care of things and love them no matter what. Even behind the face of the meanest man in the world is a scared little boy tryin’ to wedge himself into a corner where he can’t be hurt.” She put aside the papers and folded her hands on the desk. “I have seen plenty of boys grow into men, Cory, and I want to say one word to you. Remember.”

Remember? Remember what?

“Everything”, she said. “And anything. Don’t you go through a day without rememberin’ something of it and tuckin’ that memory away like a treasure. Because it is. And memories are sweet doors Cory. They’re teachers and friends and disciplinarians. When you look at something, don’t just look. See it. Really, really see it. See it so when you write it down, somebody else can see it too. It’s easy to walk through life deaf, dumb and blind, Cory. Most everybody you know or ever meet will. They’ll walk through a parade of wonders, and they’ll never hear a peep of it. But you can live a thousand lifetimes if you want to. You can talk to people you’ll never set eyes on, in lands you’ll never visit.”

She nodded watching my face. “And if you’re good and you’re lucky and you have something worth saying, then you might have the chance to live on long after – ” she paused, measuring her words. “Long after,” she finished.

******************************************************
The words resonate more strongly for me now than they did way back then when I was a 34 year old father of three. Though even then I was searching for the boy that had been locked away by the expectations of myself and others. I wonder if I ever did actually take the time to walk that parade of wonders, in keeping my journals I am thankful that at times my eyes were open and the voices of my children as children echo strongly from the pages of those books. I will always be grateful that I took the time to record some of the things they said and did at the time they were said or done. There is of course no recapturing the lost moments.

I recognise in the voice of Mrs Neville the feeling that at times I do want to return to the bedroom of my childhood, with it’s vintage car wallpaper and venetian blinds, and the safe feeling of being tucked in at night by Mum or Dad. Where the dust motes floated in sunbeams and the steam from the paper factory could be heard late in the still of the night. I wish the man I am now could revisit the homes of his grandparents and soak up the smell of freshly baked scones, or hear the laughter from the crowded kitchen table as another game of cards were dealt. Or be licked on the face by a dog and not care. Or splash in puddles of water on unmade roads, and fall over in the schoolyard skidpans and gaze in wonder at fireworks as if for the first time.

I am thankful for all that has gone before. I look forward to rekindling my wonder, to the things that were once simple pleasures. I am grateful for this world now which does mean that I can connect with people all over the world and with them continue to explore this journey.

Blogging Tips Meme

Jeff at Psychosomatic Wit has tagged me with the Blogging Tips Meme and I apologise because I am not sure where it originated. I participate in these because I have found that I am introduced to other blogs and bloggers who I find interesting and in passing on the meme I hope that some of my readers find others who they come to enjoy reading as well.

–Start Copy–

It’s very simple. When this is passed on to you, copy the whole thing, skim the list and put a * star beside those that you like. (Check out especially the * starred ones.) Add the next number (1. 2. 3. 4. 5., etc.) and write your own blogging tip for other bloggers. Try to make your tip general. After that, tag 10 other people. Link love some friends! Just think– if 10 people start this, the 10 people pass it onto another 10 people, you have 100 links already!

Here are the tips!

1. Look, read, and learn.
http://www.neonscent.com****

2. Be EXCELLENT to each other.
http://www.bushmackel.com*****

3. Don’t let money change ya!
http://www.therandomforest.info****

4. Always reply to your comments
http://chattiekat.com***

5. Blog about what you know & love.
http://sugar-queens-dream.blogspot.com***

6. Don’t use filthy language-buy a dictionary.
http://shinade.blogspot.com**

7. Whenever possible, spread some positive thoughts and love. The world needs more of them.
http://ailema4ever.blogspot.com***

8. Write down from your heart or head. Either way asks yourself why you ever get started.
http://chocmintgirl.blogspot.com**

9. Try to make your template something unique and easy to look. Your template gives the blogger identity as much as the post content.
http://psychosomaticwit.blogspot.com

*

10. Join some of the social network sites like MyBloglog and BlogCatalog.
http://manta57.blogspot.com

–End Copy–

So I am now going to pass it onto people I don’t think I’ve passed a meme onto before and who I have recently discovered. The reason is I hope that some of you who are regular readers here will dip into their blogs and in return I hope they will dip into you –

Leisel at Dead Man’s Honda

Kim at Laketrees

Wondah at Disjointed Intelligence

Finding Heart at Finding My Heart Again

Lady Penelope at Lady Penelopes Thoughts

Walks Far Woman at Kissing the Dogwood

Michelle at One Full House

Angry Barcode at Intellectual Hedonism

Dave J at Wandering the Ether

Heidi at Virushead

I don’t really mind if those tagged participate or not. I would encourage any of you who care to read this blog to visit each of those listed above because I’m pretty sure you’ll find some gems amongst them that you will wish to re-visit.

Blogging Tips Meme

Jeff at Psychosomatic Wit has tagged me with the Blogging Tips Meme and I apologise because I am not sure where it originated. I participate in these because I have found that I am introduced to other blogs and bloggers who I find interesting and in passing on the meme I hope that some of my readers find others who they come to enjoy reading as well.

–Start Copy–

It’s very simple. When this is passed on to you, copy the whole thing, skim the list and put a * star beside those that you like. (Check out especially the * starred ones.) Add the next number (1. 2. 3. 4. 5., etc.) and write your own blogging tip for other bloggers. Try to make your tip general. After that, tag 10 other people. Link love some friends! Just think– if 10 people start this, the 10 people pass it onto another 10 people, you have 100 links already!

Here are the tips!

1. Look, read, and learn.
http://www.neonscent.com****

2. Be EXCELLENT to each other.
http://www.bushmackel.com*****

3. Don’t let money change ya!
http://www.therandomforest.info****

4. Always reply to your comments
http://chattiekat.com***

5. Blog about what you know & love.
http://sugar-queens-dream.blogspot.com***

6. Don’t use filthy language-buy a dictionary.
http://shinade.blogspot.com**

7. Whenever possible, spread some positive thoughts and love. The world needs more of them.
http://ailema4ever.blogspot.com***

8. Write down from your heart or head. Either way asks yourself why you ever get started.
http://chocmintgirl.blogspot.com**

9. Try to make your template something unique and easy to look. Your template gives the blogger identity as much as the post content.
http://psychosomaticwit.blogspot.com

*

10. Join some of the social network sites like MyBloglog and BlogCatalog.
http://manta57.blogspot.com

–End Copy–

So I am now going to pass it onto people I don’t think I’ve passed a meme onto before and who I have recently discovered. The reason is I hope that some of you who are regular readers here will dip into their blogs and in return I hope they will dip into you –

Leisel at Dead Man’s Honda

Kim at Laketrees

Wondah at Disjointed Intelligence

Finding Heart at Finding My Heart Again

Lady Penelope at Lady Penelopes Thoughts

Walks Far Woman at Kissing the Dogwood

Michelle at One Full House

Angry Barcode at Intellectual Hedonism

Dave J at Wandering the Ether

Heidi at Virushead

I don’t really mind if those tagged participate or not. I would encourage any of you who care to read this blog to visit each of those listed above because I’m pretty sure you’ll find some gems amongst them that you will wish to re-visit.

Blogging Tips Meme

Jeff at Psychosomatic Wit has tagged me with the Blogging Tips Meme and I apologise because I am not sure where it originated. I participate in these because I have found that I am introduced to other blogs and bloggers who I find interesting and in passing on the meme I hope that some of my readers find others who they come to enjoy reading as well.

–Start Copy–

It’s very simple. When this is passed on to you, copy the whole thing, skim the list and put a * star beside those that you like. (Check out especially the * starred ones.) Add the next number (1. 2. 3. 4. 5., etc.) and write your own blogging tip for other bloggers. Try to make your tip general. After that, tag 10 other people. Link love some friends! Just think– if 10 people start this, the 10 people pass it onto another 10 people, you have 100 links already!

Here are the tips!

1. Look, read, and learn.
http://www.neonscent.com****

2. Be EXCELLENT to each other.
http://www.bushmackel.com*****

3. Don’t let money change ya!
http://www.therandomforest.info****

4. Always reply to your comments
http://chattiekat.com***

5. Blog about what you know & love.
http://sugar-queens-dream.blogspot.com***

6. Don’t use filthy language-buy a dictionary.
http://shinade.blogspot.com**

7. Whenever possible, spread some positive thoughts and love. The world needs more of them.
http://ailema4ever.blogspot.com***

8. Write down from your heart or head. Either way asks yourself why you ever get started.
http://chocmintgirl.blogspot.com**

9. Try to make your template something unique and easy to look. Your template gives the blogger identity as much as the post content.
http://psychosomaticwit.blogspot.com

*

10. Join some of the social network sites like MyBloglog and BlogCatalog.
http://manta57.blogspot.com

–End Copy–

So I am now going to pass it onto people I don’t think I’ve passed a meme onto before and who I have recently discovered. The reason is I hope that some of you who are regular readers here will dip into their blogs and in return I hope they will dip into you –

Leisel at Dead Man’s Honda

Kim at Laketrees

Wondah at Disjointed Intelligence

Finding Heart at Finding My Heart Again

Lady Penelope at Lady Penelopes Thoughts

Walks Far Woman at Kissing the Dogwood

Michelle at One Full House

Angry Barcode at Intellectual Hedonism

Dave J at Wandering the Ether

Heidi at Virushead

I don’t really mind if those tagged participate or not. I would encourage any of you who care to read this blog to visit each of those listed above because I’m pretty sure you’ll find some gems amongst them that you will wish to re-visit.

Social Networking

I don’t pretend to know a lot about social networking. For me blogging is about the writing and if people read what I write that is a bonus. When I started blogging in earnest only a few months ago there were very few readers and even fewer comments. That changed when I joined both MyBlogLog and BlogCatalog and I started to get regular people checking in and developing friendships with many of those people.

One of the major advantages of those sites is the recent viewers or recent reader widgets that can be installed which tells me who is visiting and I make a point of returning the favour to those people. I also find that I will click on the icons for visitors to their sites on their widgets and I have stumbled on a number of blogs in that manner which are now regular reads.

One of the things that I have found is that there are very few Aussie readers of my blogs, whilst the traffic to my blogs in terms of numbers is split fairly evenly between Australia and the US as the largest number of visitors, I suspect that 95% of the Aussie visitors are in fact me.

I also don’t profess to know a lot about Web 2.0 in fact I’m very much learning as I go which is part of the fun I guess.

So I thought that I might try a bit of an experiment and have searched for some Aussie bloggers today and decided to leave a few comments to see if any of them do find their way back here. Laurel Papworth who blogs about social networking has set up Bloggerati Australia to link Aussie Bloggers together so I’m off to join and I’ll watch with interest to see if the number of fellow Aussies visiting here shows any increases over the next weeks and months.

Incidentally, if any of you who read this aren’t members of MyBlogLog or BlogCatalog, I would urge you to join. You’re sure to find people you enjoy spending time with.

Social Networking

I don’t pretend to know a lot about social networking. For me blogging is about the writing and if people read what I write that is a bonus. When I started blogging in earnest only a few months ago there were very few readers and even fewer comments. That changed when I joined both MyBlogLog and BlogCatalog and I started to get regular people checking in and developing friendships with many of those people.

One of the major advantages of those sites is the recent viewers or recent reader widgets that can be installed which tells me who is visiting and I make a point of returning the favour to those people. I also find that I will click on the icons for visitors to their sites on their widgets and I have stumbled on a number of blogs in that manner which are now regular reads.

One of the things that I have found is that there are very few Aussie readers of my blogs, whilst the traffic to my blogs in terms of numbers is split fairly evenly between Australia and the US as the largest number of visitors, I suspect that 95% of the Aussie visitors are in fact me.

I also don’t profess to know a lot about Web 2.0 in fact I’m very much learning as I go which is part of the fun I guess.

So I thought that I might try a bit of an experiment and have searched for some Aussie bloggers today and decided to leave a few comments to see if any of them do find their way back here. Laurel Papworth who blogs about social networking has set up Bloggerati Australia to link Aussie Bloggers together so I’m off to join and I’ll watch with interest to see if the number of fellow Aussies visiting here shows any increases over the next weeks and months.

Incidentally, if any of you who read this aren’t members of MyBlogLog or BlogCatalog, I would urge you to join. You’re sure to find people you enjoy spending time with.

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