Monday, January 17, 2011
Bridge
It's MLK day today and I'm thinking about the sound of his voice. All my life I've heard it and it was always more than words, more than vision, something like milk for the soul, a time-release launch that keeps blooming into expanses of courage, nourishing atrophied and distracted hearts satiated by lies and starved of the ultrasound of compassion that trembles in his voice. It is a sound to fall asleep to and wake up in a promised land. 
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His voice always moves me. Yes, just his voice.
I mean, his voice alone is enough to move me, even though everything else about him is precious to me too.
Really, I plan to fall asleep playing the sound of his voice in my head. My mind is like a jukebox, is yours?
Do you or your children play the violin?
My mind is a jukebox, yes. Sometimes I choose the tunes, sometimes someone else does. Can't help it.
Hare, i'm learning the fiddle. None of my kids have shown much interest (yet.) Your son plays?
That is good! I love sound of violin.
He was bring the violin to France. told me playing some times.
We have his violins 5 or 6, because he began his 2 years old.
Small one is like a toy.^^
Beautiful description of a beautiful voice.
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