You're too kind Pooh! Dr. Phil gets paid for a reason...I'm just cleansing my thoughts. But if somebody decides to pay me, I'll become the "musical therapist". ;-)

Thank you little sista,

Joe

 

You know, I start my days with a kind of prayer. Sending love and hugs into the world. I start with my self, my son, my family, my neighbours, everyone in my neighbourhood, the people of the city I live in (Amsterdam), everone in Holland, Europe and then all continents, our whole Earth, spinning through the Universe. I DO hope my loving prayers and embracements, reach you too!!!
TUNE IN.

Sending, Love, Peace and BIG HUGS.

 

Um, yeah, JB...can I just tell you how many mistakes I found in your blog??? JUST KIDDINNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!! Actually, what I really thought while reading your great story was, "Is this dude sure he's not a writer?" So, I'm asking...are you sure you're not a writer? Because you could be a poet or a novelist...I can see that about you. Anyway, yes, the power of touch is truly amazing, and I really feel sorry for people who don't like to be touched. They're out there, and I've heard them verbalize it. "I'm not a touchy-feely person." "I don't like people touching me." "I'm not a hugger." I always think that those are the people who, at some point in their childhood, either were told or shown that touching is not the way to go. Or they were touched in a bad way, and all they can remember is how terrible it made them feel. Those who are uncomfortable being touched emotionally are also to be pitied. Kind words, compliments, and reassurance are part of what make the world go 'round, and sadly, there are many who don't know what to do with those wonderful gestures.

Okay, I gotta get back to work. Got a new client and the project is due by noon tomorrow. Thanks again for posting another thoughtful, thought-provoking blog. When you decide to come out of the "writing closet," let me know. I can edit your work! WINK! 

 

I hear ya Joe! I think we forget the simple things ... but sometimes they are the most powerful.

I was thinking last night about music, there have been many times I have had to question "am I jazz??" ... "am I pop" ... "does it matter??" There seems to be an endless need for people to put music into boxes ... realising how dangerous it is to look at yourself through other's eyes, because quite simply you can't please all the people all the time. Some people are going to love what you do and some inevitably hate it. This leads to all kinds of self talk .. "is what I do valid??" ... "am I crap?" ... "am I good?" ... and round and round one can go.

But, then I thought of the moment when I was unaware of anything else ... age 7 I think it was ... where I just wanted to have my ear as close to the speaker as I could ... it was Minnie Riperton. The moment when I fell in love with music. And I realised all the other stuff doesn't really matter ... to just sing because nothing else gives me that same buzz, that pure joy. That's what's important. And if I find a few kindred spirits along the way like yourself to share it with .... that's just the icing on the cake.

I think you can't lie with music, a listener knows the moment you're not connected ... so in a way, to play music requires you never lose that little child inside you? That pure innocent joy.

Sorry for the tangent, I guess I felt like rambling back to this blog!

Joey

 

Your words touch me in the right way. You speak my language.
 

Hi Joe,

Just decided to visit you again, because you've been very quiet. I sure do hope you're okay.
Just know, that I'm thinking about you.

Regarding your dream, YOU HAVE TOUCHED MY HEART.
and I hope will be friends for LIFE.

Love,

Ju~ana
 

This is spot on.

 

Jenn

 

A memory that evolved into a full story . . . I'd be interested to hear the story.
 

JOE I CAN RELATE TO BEING TOUCHED, WHETHER IT IS FROM A FRIEND, SPOUSE, CHILD, OR YOUR MAN OR WOMAN!!!. THE TOUCH I MISS IS FROM A GIRLFRIEND MY SISTER AND I HAD SINCE MY SIS 2ND GRADE AND I 1ST GRADE. FOR 40+ YRS WE WERE FRIENDS, PATTY IS HER NAME AND WHEN EVER SHE SEEN US SHE WOULD HUG AND KISS US WHETHER AT A PARTY, PICNIC, NO MATTER WHERE WE WERE, THIS WAS HER ROUTINE!, AND WE WOULD RUN FROM HER BECAUSE OF BEING EMBARRASSED AT A PARTY!!!!!, BUT IN THE END WE WOULD LET HER, PLUS SHE WOULD CRY EVERY TIME SHE SEEN MY SON, WOULD KISS HIM THE SAME!!!. THE LAST TOUCH I RECIEVED FROM HER WAS DEC. 2004, MY MOM AND DADS 50TH ANNIVERSARY, SHE HOSTED FOR US. SHE BECAME STRICKIN WITH ALS (LOU GHERIGS DISEASE). SHE COULD NO LONGER RUN AFTER US TO HUG AND KISS US, SO FOR A CHANGE WE HAD TO RUB HER, KISS HER, WIPE HER TEARS, SHE COULD NO LONGER TOUCH US!! AND WE MISS THAT!!!! AND HER!, SHE PASSED 2/07. THATS THE POWER OF TOUCH!. YES JOE EXPRESS TOUCH AS MUCH AS YOU WANT TO, I WAS GOING TO SAY NEED TO, BUT IT IS NOT A NEED TO SOME!, IT HAS TO BE A WANT! 10 KUDOS THANKS FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO WRITE THIS!!
 

Hey Sheila,
I'm so sorry for the loss of your good friend! The amazing thing is, the memories are vivid of your interaction with each other, her friendly touch will always be with you long after her passing!
 

May the words you speak be forever written in the hearts of many. Be Blessed