Sometimes we make it hard on ourselves by not seeing the wood for the trees. Beauty is all around us, all we have to to do is slow down, look and listen.
Long ago I lived in a commune with a young man who woke us every morning by playing his guitar. There never was a sweeter way to wake up or fall asleep, in my mind I can still hear him and watch him play.
Andrew has graced your house with the same kind of talent, and music such as this brings such wonderful healing to the heart!
Thank you for the lovely poem for Two Shoes Tuesday, it brought back sweet memories!
hey i know those names.... i used to play guitar...still do when i get a chance...played for my students last week...good on him...and clapton...great choice...
Andrew's music is in his heart and reaches deep into his soul - those that bloom on their own go a long long way in life - you've taught him from your heart about life and he discovered a love for music and pursued that. I hope I get to hear him play someday. Hello to everyone and hugz to Marcy. I think Andrew has certainly struck a chord in all of us to hear him play. As we say in the Maritimes, Let er rip son :)
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Close this window Jump to comment formhe is blessed with that natural talent and so are you for having him and his music
April 8, 2014 at 8:22 AM
I hear the music too! Very nice poem.
April 8, 2014 at 8:24 AM
Those words aren't unfamiliar to me!
April 8, 2014 at 10:48 AM
Wonderful ! Talented young man !
April 8, 2014 at 11:52 AM
Gratitude is a precious as is talent!!!...:)JP
April 8, 2014 at 1:08 PM
You are a lucky girl to have all that live music to listen to!
Lynne x
April 8, 2014 at 1:51 PM
Nice one!
April 8, 2014 at 2:29 PM
Sounds like a very good guitar player, just like Clapton!!
April 8, 2014 at 3:33 PM
Time for a clip for us!
April 8, 2014 at 4:00 PM
Well done, like VERY . . . wonderful . . .
April 8, 2014 at 4:34 PM
Lovely, I know that I sit and listen when Johnny Cash is in the room above my head at night. I do love the sound of a 12 string.
Lovely poetry.
April 8, 2014 at 6:23 PM
Sometimes we make it hard on ourselves by not seeing the wood for the trees. Beauty is all around us, all we have to to do is slow down, look and listen.
April 8, 2014 at 6:58 PM
Long ago I lived in a commune with a young man who woke us every morning by playing his guitar. There never was a sweeter way to wake up or fall asleep, in my mind I can still hear him and watch him play.
Andrew has graced your house with the same kind of talent, and music such as this brings such wonderful healing to the heart!
Thank you for the lovely poem for Two Shoes Tuesday, it brought back sweet memories!
April 8, 2014 at 7:22 PM
I noticed you cleverly worked in both prompts too! :-)
April 8, 2014 at 7:23 PM
hey i know those names....
i used to play guitar...still do when i get a chance...played for my students last week...good on him...and clapton...great choice...
April 8, 2014 at 9:24 PM
What a nice poem
Enjoy your day
April 9, 2014 at 1:36 AM
Andrew's music is in his heart and reaches deep into his soul - those that bloom on their own go a long long way in life - you've taught him from your heart about life and he discovered a love for music and pursued that. I hope I get to hear him play someday. Hello to everyone and hugz to Marcy. I think Andrew has certainly struck a chord in all of us to hear him play. As we say in the Maritimes, Let er rip son :)
April 9, 2014 at 6:01 AM
Very nice poem!
April 9, 2014 at 11:02 AM
You definitely are. Isn't being a grandma the best? And it's wonderful to watch their talents grow.
=)
April 10, 2014 at 11:54 AM