Friday, August 04, 2006

Owl feather

If you hear music — dance!
If you don't hear music — sing!
If you walk barefoot
along the path of the heart,
your singing will not awaken
the sleepers nor will your
dancing disturb the self-righteous.
But the birds will follow you
and take from your hand
some crumbs and
sing to you their truth.

— John Squadra, in This Ecstasy

The heat has broken.
The day brims with love.
I'm singing.
Join me?


Blogger Sky said...

Wonderful owl feather.

I am so glad the heat has broken for you. We had a week of springtime temps and very cool nights...perfect weather!

You have been singing all week! Any secrets you want to share?! ;)

8/04/2006 10:51 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Can't think of anything better I have to do!!

8/04/2006 10:56 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Sky, I always enjoy your comments so much. Your garden must be looking luscious by now. Secrets? I think it's no secret that I'm a singer. It's inevitable that it shows up in my writing!

Pat, wonderful! You are great company.

8/04/2006 11:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

singing AND dancing here. our temperatures have become bearable too - it is wonderfully refreshing. ...any OTHER secrets??? ;)

8/04/2006 11:51 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Anne, being out of that almost two weeks of horrible and oppressive heat lightens my spirit tremendously. Makes me feel like it's spring again! And I get to sing tonight with my buddies! What more could a soul ask? Oh, I know: wanna dance? ;-)

8/04/2006 11:57 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Michelle, I'm glad to hear it! Did you have your guitar with you?

8/04/2006 11:57 AM  
Blogger Brenda Clews said...

I'd love to hear you sing...

8/04/2006 11:58 AM  
Blogger Endment said...

What wonderful songs to find when I get a chance to come back and visit... Thank you

8/04/2006 1:52 PM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

here i am... singing away!!! thanks for the kind invitation!

8/04/2006 2:23 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Brenda, your wish is (almost!) my command. Stay tuned!

Endment, how wonderful to see you back amongst us! Thank you for stopping by. I'm glad you enjoyed them.

Snowsparkle, you make me smile! Thanks for joining me!!

8/04/2006 3:17 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

;) i was teasing you because often it is great love and passion which creates the song - and we seem to be "in love" with everything around us!

i imagined you were a pianist when i saw the beautiful roses on your piano, but i don't think i actually knew you sang until this moment. with all your creative talent, i am not surprised. :)

8/04/2006 9:54 PM  
Blogger Yes said...

A beautiful wish for us--I couldn't help singing too today(to myself)
You can put audio on your blog this way, all you bloggers seeking new dimensions! If you haven't tried it, this is my hint (maybe this is what you meant by "stay tuned"?)

8/04/2006 10:32 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Sky, I am in love with everything around me all the time! Nothing new there. ;-)

Firebird, thanks! I looked at audioblogger but it seems to depend solely on phone-recordings as far as I could figure out. Maybe I missed something.

Tamar, lovely to hear from you. I'm so glad to hear all that singing! Wonderful!

8/05/2006 8:02 AM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...


I sing in the car -- loudly, and more than a bit off-key.

Most recently to:
Kitty's Back In Town, Bruce Springsteen
Just a Ride, Jem
Under The Boardwalk, The Drifters

Loved your singing voice BTW. Glad to hear another woman with a deepish range (and better yet, one who can really stay in key, unlike me!)

8/05/2006 8:21 AM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

When I read this I am reminded of this poem:

The Consolations of Poetry

At four, William Blake saw God
in an upstairs window;
and angels in a tree at ten.
With me it's been the other

way around; glory flashes
on the pane and I see sunlight;
wings rustle in the aspens
and I see just the silver under-

sides of wind-tossed leaves.
And whereas Blake considered death
a mere "removing from one room
to another," I know that once

that door slams behind you,
there's no other room, and no
you to remove to it. So
Blake died singing and I won't.

But I don't whine about it either.
As Dr. Johnson said, it's foolish
to confound annihilation, which is
nothing, with the apprehension

of annihilation, which is dreadful.
I love the accidental, meaningless,
and temporary, and so (in case you
couldn't tell), I'm singing now.

Jim Crenner

8/05/2006 8:25 AM  
Blogger MB said...

I love that you sing in your car, Lori! I wish more people did! My singing voice can sound quite different depending on the song; I have a wide range. Glad you enjoyed it!

Robin Andrea, that is a wonderful poem. I can see why you were reminded of it. Thank you for sharing it with me!

8/05/2006 8:27 AM  
Blogger Frankie said...

Fabulous owl feather! I'm copying that one down. I am always singing along with you. xoxo

8/06/2006 11:34 AM  
Blogger Zhoen said...

Singing is good Fa mi Sol.

8/06/2006 12:30 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

Who could resist?

8/06/2006 9:09 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...


8/08/2006 11:47 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Frankie, I'm so glad you are singing along with me!

Zhoen, thanks for making me laugh.

Patry, oh good, then we can count you in, too?

Mermaid, yay! The more the merrier!

8/08/2006 5:12 PM  

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