tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post4980373776784350163..comments2024-02-17T10:31:18.571-08:00Comments on presence of magic: Wednesday Wish (34)Brynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-11859664865466841932012-04-07T20:48:46.645-07:002012-04-07T20:48:46.645-07:00dear, dear John...your words are beautiful but the...dear, dear John...your words are beautiful but the sentiment behind them are even more beautiful. Your comments outshine my post, dear soul...soOo touched and soOo happy that you share as you do! Thank you, my friend. You squeeze out the essence, you taste the nectar, you take a bite of the juiciest core and share with all of us the elixir you taste within. Joy!:) Happy Easter, John!Brynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-36030822831171891522012-04-04T21:00:50.429-07:002012-04-04T21:00:50.429-07:00I could do this, simply. I have no modern layers, ...I could do this, simply. I have no modern layers, and if I did, they would be but light raiment, dropped unheeded in the heat of day, a simple wrap that failed to find its home upon my shoulders.<br /><br />I do this in daily life, allowing others to clothe and decorate me in the fashion that makes them comfortable, and ease communication and interaction. Though mere thoughts and expectations, they are but cloth to drape my form. It is not permanent, and if it eases their fears and makes them comfortable with my spirit, I am at peace. I wear many different raiments throughout the day, and though they change my outward appearance to those who can only look, they that see, see that I remain, myself.<br /><br />I would relish the opportunity to be changed, by those who would make me their own. I am of many tribes, and accept much adornment. Those that would dress me as they, that I may be welcomed into their heart and village, would be most welcomed. It is nice to dress to fit in, how much better though, to be be transformed by those who wish you to be a part of them. That is the difference between a splash of sun dancing on a hardwood floor, and the beauty of standing in an open field, the sun filling your soul with light and the heat of passion.<br /><br />Thank you Linimuto, for sharing your transformation. I was there with you, singing their songs and dancing their dance.RoughWaterJohnhttp://roughwaterjohn.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-75948852095759824412012-04-04T08:52:54.029-07:002012-04-04T08:52:54.029-07:00Actually is it a provocative story...Actually is it a provocative story...Michael J. Fitzgeraldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09840859418177870381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-15613277380770534992012-04-04T08:36:13.595-07:002012-04-04T08:36:13.595-07:00If I think about it from afar, I dont know if I wo...If I think about it from afar, I dont know if I would either, Michael. But I did. Its not something I thought thru at the time so much as felt thru. The women were kind and caring and that sense won out. Just as it would have for you, if you were there. No part of it was sexual. Sensual, yes. Intimate, yes. But I had many intimate moments in New Guinea. When we lose our 'modern' layers and go back to being the raw vulnerable souls we really are its the natural way to be...intimate. We connect. Maybe thats why I love living with people who are more closely connected to the earth. They teach me to be more of who I really am and to share that me with others.Brynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-62800889080326162702012-04-04T07:59:21.354-07:002012-04-04T07:59:21.354-07:00I am not sure I would have the courage to do that ...I am not sure I would have the courage to do that - to let go that completely... I'll have to think about that today, while I do some traveling close by. Provacative story...Michael J. Fitzgeraldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09840859418177870381noreply@blogger.com