--- In [email protected], "curtisdeltablues" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > Excellent report from my life-identity theft hijacker! > So many fantastic details. I can't match the sensory > richness in my own post, so I will take it in another > direction but still under the heading of "keep'n it real".
We've discussed this enough to know that we kinda agree that "keep'n it real" is where the rubber meets the road, spiritually. I mean, WHO CARES whether someone can discuss the 43 subcategories of Brahmanic WooWoo and their relationship to the original pronunciation of the Suggestibility Sutra if they can't treat someone on the street as well as they'd treat Patanjali himself?! <snip important beginnings of wonderful story> > It all ran together just like this: "Sir, I know you are going home > but I just spent the evening with my girlfriend who I love more than > anything in the world and we are going off to Iraq in two months and > is there any way you can play us a love song I only have $20 left > because we just ate at a fancy restaurant and it would mean so much > for us to be able to dance to a love song I come from Tennessee and > her name is Michelle and I love her more than anything in this world > could you maybe please play us one song sir so we can dance together > tonight... > > Picks were back on, harp was on the rack, steel guitar was ringing > from my slide as I launched into a tune from Blind Willie Mctell. Exactly. Who could have hesitated? That's my kinda spirituality. > So they went off into the night and I was left with these thoughts > and feelings. I will never play that song again without thinking of > these young people and wondering if any of the four will be reaching > for the pillow where there baby used to lay after they return. Excellent moment, excellent story, excellent state of attention, dude. These are the moments that make life worth living and smiling about...
