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Communication |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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He taught me to live, love, laugh and be happy just like the old song. He would explain how Canada Jays came to be called Whiskey Jacks or Gourbys. Said the Chickadee was actually singing.. "Old Tom Peabody Peabody Peabody" cause old Tom fed him during the winter and Chickadees weren't migratory. We built campfires under starry skies watched the smoke from the heat of the flame spiral upwards towards the expanse of those diamond studs buried in the black velvet blanket of a dark peaceful night. Whiskey Jacks would glide effortlessly into the campsite. They were open and friendly Fed them from my hand more than once. Always the sage with respect for creation he would talk about the marvels of the same. He spoke about things like the distance of the sun from the earth. A little bit closer, we'd burn up a little farther away we'd freeze..... He talked about communication Said the animals communicate by smells, movements and sounds. Some animals even warn others when predators are close The Bantum Rooster makes a high pitched kluk kluk kluk when a weasel is present or a high single long shriek when it spots a hawk overhead. I would sit and listen fascinated by his stories and in awe of his experience. We always camped by a stream in the summer or early fall. He'd say, "The water rushing over the rocks was the tireless flow of the grand creator's energy feeding his creatures the waters of life." I always felt like it was, I still do. Then the morning sun would pour into the campsite like butterscotch. The flies started buzzing round and the early morning songbirds cheered the coming of another day. I'd force one eye open There he'd be, boiling the kettle as he called it. The kettle was nothing more than a blackened can hanging over the flames on a stick... The scent of fresh coffee on the air...... I would rise up to the romance of life and after a quick breakfast out came the fishing poles, bait cans and fishing baskets. Laughing and thrilled with the anticipation of the good things to come we would wade out into the stream, sometimes almost up to the chest. I can still see him downstream from me his line glistening in the morning light gliding out into the bubbling waters "Fish the deadwaters by the rocks", he would tell me. The sensation of the end of a fishing rod bending suddenly is an experience that escapes words in any language. My rod would suddenly bend and I'd scream with sheer joy at the thrill... "Keep your pole up!" he'd yell, "that one's gonna be a heller!" I'd yell at him the same way and we laugh out loud with our heads tipped back sending the sound back to the one that granted us such happiness, in appreciation of the wonders of communication...... At the end of the day, exhausted. We'd clamour back up stream through the alders toward the campsite. I could feel the tired satisfaction within and I could see it in his eyes. His eyes emited a warm spiritual glow a reverence for the gifts of life and a love for me, his grandson. A love for the happiness he was able to share with me passing on a bond of love from generation to generation. I still come here these days, long after he's passed, to listen to his voice in the waters bubbling over the rocks, knowing that those times were as close to perfection as I will ever experience in a lifetime. The waters still rolling along tirelessly through time leaving behind precious gifts and constantly bringing new ones to life. The stories of millions of lives under those stones speaking of thier peaceful rest. I grab the fat little hand of my four year old son, pull him up close, look him in the eye and he knows! Yeah he knows why we are by that stream listening to those waters of life rushing over the stones. The lines of communication are like those waters over the stones................. They're never ending when they are seasoned with LOVE! The best teachers have the biggest ears |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"I grab the fat little hand of my four year old son, pull him up close, look him in the eye and he knows! Yeah he knows why we are by that stream listening to those waters of life rushing over the stones. The lines of communication are like those waters over the stones................. They're never ending when they are seasoned with LOVE!" Eric this is one of the most beautiful pieces I had read in a very long time. You poet sir have penned a masterpiece. Into my library it goes. ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~ Summer can't be over... |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Eric, this is so beautiful...all of it... but that ending really capped the whole piece off perfectly.  Hugs  Ethel |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
ethome Wonderful write enjoyed the read. |
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Black_Knight Junior Member
since 2003-09-04
Posts 23England |
Absolutely wonderful. I was right there, fishing alongside of you, sharing the communication, and beyond that the communion. That's what you have here, a piece of communion. It left me breathless, yet warmly satisfied and at peace. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
...I absolutely made certain that I saved this to my personal file of favourite favourites! Eric, you should submit this to a magazine! Perhaps Reader's Digest or something of that ilk.  Linda |
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angelblueyes Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2148Oklahoma |
This is fantastic.You've created a masterpiece.  Crystal |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
Terrifically penned,,, |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Eric This is very touching...thank you for sharing this loving relationship here. Your friend passed on some incredible wisdom to you to pass to your son. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I was right there! How absolutely incredible this line was Eric... Then the morning sun would pour into the campsite like butterscotch. How lucky you both are to have the wisdom, and lvoe of this person to enjoy and love. The communication will be carried on from generation to generation it appears, and how absolutley incredible that is. I loved this, and printed it, as to me it is like a Canadian Normall Rockwell painting! |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Eric...this is an excellent write. I enjoyed it from start to finish. Beautifully done. Hugs, ~Vicky If you judge people, you have no time to love them. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
ETHome~ 'I still come here these days, long after he's passed, to listen to his voice in the waters bubbling over the rocks, knowing that those times were as close to perfection as I will ever experience in a lifetime.' And, my friend, this is your writing art, 'as close to perfection' as it comes~ A treasure of love-in-measure~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You and I both know that your four year old will see the same man you saw... if the communication streams by as it did, once, long ago... bait your hook well... for the stories are part of your history {I know...for I heard some of the very same...} |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Such a lovely song of the heart dear friend |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Many thanks to all for the wonderful encouraging comments on this ramble of love I wrote. I surely do appreciate the responses so much. Eric |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssss) Oh Eric, this brought a tear to my eye reading because I take pride and hold dear the stories my mother and father and ancestors pass down to me, from their own experiences to the history of the Cherokee tribe I come from, and I am so blessed that I could hear them so I can give my children in the future something to cherish too, plus my own story! (smiles) I have very small hands just like my mother, but that's OK because I love my mom so much! (giggles) This is precious, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Eric, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
ethome - this is one amazing write. I think of what things could be if there were just a little communication out there... BC |
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