tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post3723531197368137950..comments2023-07-05T07:49:39.205-04:00Comments on Sideways-in: I come (to faerie) becauseJohn Pylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14379211215949426912noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-1331041070428375032013-02-27T18:08:39.465-05:002013-02-27T18:08:39.465-05:00Thank you, Edward! I'm an intensely intuitive ...Thank you, Edward! I'm an intensely intuitive person, but nature (thanks to playing outdoors so much as a child) touches me vividly.<br /><br />So nice to know I'm not the only one who's half-heard that pipe.John Pylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14379211215949426912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-72050408706839164732013-02-24T20:53:00.796-05:002013-02-24T20:53:00.796-05:00Thanks, Christie.Thanks, Christie.John Pylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14379211215949426912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-73679264170450370982013-02-24T09:46:50.834-05:002013-02-24T09:46:50.834-05:00I like how tactile your description is here. I can...I like how tactile your description is here. I can feel that grasshopper and imagine those guppies darting away. And always it is so important to emphasize the '<i>half</i>-heard-ness' of that pipe - that summons flitting in and out of audible perception. Odd how just reading about it I can almost hear it again...Edward Gardnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15200155509518659612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-53548072938896769962013-02-22T13:26:13.096-05:002013-02-22T13:26:13.096-05:00Beautiful answer, thank you for sharing.Beautiful answer, thank you for sharing.Christiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18107748184124761940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-39057225975439507122013-02-21T17:19:59.104-05:002013-02-21T17:19:59.104-05:00Thanks very much, Carmine. I hadn't noticed th...Thanks very much, Carmine. I hadn't noticed that side of it - the "small green life" indeed!<br /><br />Like faerie, too, I remember I was a little unsure of that green hopper too. Touching the unknown.John Pylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14379211215949426912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-72985009724195022732013-02-21T15:08:23.292-05:002013-02-21T15:08:23.292-05:00Food for the soul, John. Though the wild underlies...Food for the soul, John. Though the wild underlies everything, even the most concreted behemoths of human creation, its voice is harder to hear through the roar. Whereas a the small green life of a grasshopper in your hand zips you there instantaneously! Wyld Oakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07724169384339460086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-53432855326229972013-02-18T20:19:26.297-05:002013-02-18T20:19:26.297-05:00Very kind of you to say, mel. "high-definitio...Very kind of you to say, mel. "high-definition clarity of the wild places ..." Well said!John Pylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14379211215949426912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-91959254039336350562013-02-18T06:14:41.943-05:002013-02-18T06:14:41.943-05:00i agree with Austin....absolutely gorgeous imagery...i agree with Austin....absolutely gorgeous imagery, i was instantly transported. i could hear the stream and feel the warm sun on my face...<br /><br />*sigh*<br /><br />yes...the dull outlines of the busy-world are nothing to the high-definition clarity of the wild places....<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-17103295063337165502013-02-16T10:20:43.474-05:002013-02-16T10:20:43.474-05:00"Switching off" is a good way to put tha..."Switching off" is a good way to put that - and a bit sad, even if it is necessary.<br />I'm fortunate that I live in an almost rural small town, with hiking and woods only a short distance away.<br /><br />Thanks for stopping in.John Pylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14379211215949426912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-85323297742479375962013-02-16T05:45:25.224-05:002013-02-16T05:45:25.224-05:00Your final sentence: exactly, I think perhaps we h...Your final sentence: exactly, I think perhaps we have to switch off to a certain extent in an urban environment in order to cope, well I do anyway. You say so much with so few words, thank you!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05066730008932728469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-1862609859201164612013-02-13T19:46:27.684-05:002013-02-13T19:46:27.684-05:00I felt the same way in Boston. Lovely town, so muc...I felt the same way in Boston. Lovely town, so much to do ... why am I not happier here? Missed the stars, I guess.<br /><br />Thanks for sharing that. John Pylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14379211215949426912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-69454421466044793532013-02-13T19:44:40.216-05:002013-02-13T19:44:40.216-05:00Austin, I'm humbled! Thanks. So good to know I...Austin, I'm humbled! Thanks. So good to know I struck a chord here. John Pylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14379211215949426912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-89661380168531209762013-02-13T19:42:04.234-05:002013-02-13T19:42:04.234-05:00Thanks very much! Ah yes, nature ...Thanks very much! Ah yes, nature ...John Pylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14379211215949426912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-60690227874377921062013-02-13T11:05:14.729-05:002013-02-13T11:05:14.729-05:00"Or the city-world becomes, for me, too dull ..."Or the city-world becomes, for me, too dull for words. Too void of sensation, that layer of feeling, like a cocoon of forgetting."<br /><br />This explains perfectly why I felt like I was losing my mind and soul when I lived in the middle of downtown LA for nearly two years. The city-world was dull at first... and then it became something treacherous and severe. Every cell of my body cried out for trees, for green, for that "keen edge". I grew to hate the city, and it wasn't the city's fault-- I'd just been away from my homeland for too long. <br /><br />Thank you for your "sauce". Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08397400242153470523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-26779827915902002932013-02-13T05:29:02.138-05:002013-02-13T05:29:02.138-05:00John, I ADORE this.
This is so rich, so full of w...John, I ADORE this.<br /><br />This is so rich, so full of wonderful phrases and imagery and meaning, I can't tell you how much I love it - and it perfectly, perfectly expresses my own thoughts and sentiment.<br /><br />It's beautiful. Thank you so much. A fantastic piece of writing.Austinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08789849765972235409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761780763416603349.post-38575508364050383012013-02-13T00:48:52.159-05:002013-02-13T00:48:52.159-05:00Lovely, John. I think many can relate to this sent...Lovely, John. I think many can relate to this sentiment, nature leading into Faerie and vice versa,fantasy leading us back into nature.Cynthia Rosenoreply@blogger.com