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A painter paints, a writer writes; a player plays. We turn feeling into form. Then? We share it, in hopes of connection and meaning. It is how we try to make a difference, it is our seed to scatter and our fruit to spread. Our Good Work. One of the fun things about an age with such connection as we're experiencing right now is the ability to share with each other. To share is to blossom, from the temporary joy of a moment's entertainment to the impact of sudden epiphany triggered by another's insight. This site is perpetually in a simultaneous state of creation and evolution. Here they coexist. |
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I share this all with you... ...not because I think I'm all that important, but because I think it IS all-important to share with each other whatever we have to offer. And this is my offering, a buffet of meaning I've been blessed to find along the path. I hope entertains, inspires and/or otherwise adds something to your journey. Some of you may be here looking for "VanDweller", or to see what the guitar guy has to say, or arrived here from the trail of the Intentional Community experiences I've written & spoken about. Whatever brought you here, I welcome you. |
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The writings and music... ...and woodcraft and all this stuff are all like songs to me ~ what has manifested into form through inspiration & experiences along the road of life. In the life I am in they manifest as books and poems, music and instruments, woodcraft and sanctuary. Everything available I've packed into four rooms here at brotherscott.org; come on in. If anything in here seeds your life in any way, pass something along to another brother or sister on the path. Know all funds from the books and recordings go to other good people for what is needed to keep on keepin' on. |
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Everything on or in this site is copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved.
This doesn't mean you can't quote or use it, it just means you have to ask and
you understand the concept of giving credit. This is how you help me reseed the
garden ~ it's not just about picking all the fruit because it's there. Contact
me; I want to help.
Old Soul
If I should die before we have a chance
To say goodbye...
Remember me
Remember me.
I followed my heart instead of the pack
Set out on this trail and never looked back
When my final sunset fades to black...
Remember me
Remember me.
For I didn't really die just changed;
One more adventure though it seems strange.
It wasn't my choice but the will of The Creator
All beings be blessed and I'll catch you all later
In the cold tingle of the fresh fallen snow;
On the hot summer nights where the South winds blow
In the will towards the light of the seeds as they grow
If you're ever wondering about where the birds go...
Remember me
Remember me.
I didn't last long but don't mourn for me;
Be sad for the ones who never live free.
Better a season in freedom than a lifetime in chains
So when that last ripple is all that remains...
Remember me
Remember me.
