tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post212097751089792603..comments2024-02-11T13:02:55.492-05:00Comments on ihopeiwinatoaster: "And As Silently Steal Away"Bill Peebleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184122519445425718noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-20491507392981751082013-11-01T18:13:02.288-04:002013-11-01T18:13:02.288-04:00"I need to respect myself in this creative pr..."I need to respect myself in this creative process". Amen. Always keep thar in your mind and the rest will come. This may not be your point but is so important in lifeMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09515452793364629068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-69620712644508002792013-11-01T15:37:54.400-04:002013-11-01T15:37:54.400-04:00It is good to feel the call of the wild and to run...It is good to feel the call of the wild and to run with the moon. Sometimes it is the greatest thing we can do.Jackhttp://www.thejackb.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-49762527360477855572013-11-01T14:28:22.804-04:002013-11-01T14:28:22.804-04:00Thank you for writing this.
Lately I've been ...Thank you for writing this.<br /><br />Lately I've been thinking similar things myself. I used to write music for fun, read books for fun, and so on. Even in the first few child-free years of marriage. Kids came, then both my wife and I had to work full time… time just seemed to evaporate. In the last couple of years I have tried to get back into reading, but it's slow; instead of 10-12 solid novels a year, now I'm lucky to finish one. (I'm halfway through Bleak House right now, but it's 900+ pages, so maybe that counts as two books?)<br /><br />Anyway… "It is where the wildness led me" -- maybe we'll pass each other out there.And I'm the Dadhttp://andimthedad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-33378297213992872452013-11-01T12:35:44.189-04:002013-11-01T12:35:44.189-04:00This was great to read, Bill. Earlier this week, N...This was great to read, Bill. Earlier this week, Neal had this idea to have Addison recite "The Raven" and then spend hours editing it into a video. I was a little skeptical -- was it sensible for me to rearrange my work schedule for THAT? But seeing his final product and reading this, it somehow makes perfect sense. We've got to carve out time for these wild, "non-sensical" things. I'm excited for you and what the future weeks hold.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-48473762589240182472013-11-01T11:00:40.513-04:002013-11-01T11:00:40.513-04:00Thanks very much, Sean, those are kind and encoura...Thanks very much, Sean, those are kind and encouraging words. The "creative stream" is such a raging mystery to me sometimes, but, the wildman in me is sometimes compelled to jump in. Thank you for taking a look around today, I appreciate it.ihopeiwinatoasterhttp://ihopeiwinatoaster.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-76469869703085082312013-11-01T10:56:52.627-04:002013-11-01T10:56:52.627-04:00Yes, Brian. I once was in a park with the boys wh...Yes, Brian. I once was in a park with the boys when they were maybe two and a half or three. A car came in and the driver, a handsome black man, left his music on as he ate a sandwich happily bopping to the music.<br /><br />Nick looked at me and asked: "Can we dance, Dad?"<br /><br />"Yes, son," I answered, "You can always dance."<br /><br />Thanks for stopping by, you know you are always welcome here.ihopeiwinatoasterhttp://ihopeiwinatoaster.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-68070709553145644212013-11-01T10:50:14.355-04:002013-11-01T10:50:14.355-04:00Eric, thanks for those tender words. I do feel I ...Eric, thanks for those tender words. I do feel I am roaming, but, as I do, I'll fly my dream-catcher in the wild wind and snag you a story or two, I promise. Thanks for stopping by today, it means a lot to me.ihopeiwinatoasterhttp://ihopeiwinatoaster.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-59538956562510497792013-11-01T10:47:20.928-04:002013-11-01T10:47:20.928-04:00I know that poem well, Neal, thanks for reminding ...I know that poem well, Neal, thanks for reminding me. I will "find beauty and stroll hand-in-hand with it", I promise. <br /><br />The Red Wheelbarrow<br /><br />so much depends<br />upon<br /><br />a red wheel<br />barrow<br /><br />glazed with rain<br />water<br /><br />beside the white<br />chickens.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />"So much depends..." always gives me the shivers. <br /><br />I appreciate your kind and true words as much as I enjoy knowing you, a man like you, loving a daughter like yours, is out there in the wildness, laughing and screaming and loving so freely. Thanks.ihopeiwinatoasterhttp://ihopeiwinatoaster.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-87075566365293895872013-11-01T10:41:28.605-04:002013-11-01T10:41:28.605-04:00Yes, and again I say, there is peace in knowing ot...Yes, and again I say, there is peace in knowing others feel this way with me. I hope you can find a way to do your thing as well. It means a lot to me that you could stop by today.ihopeiwinatoasterhttp://ihopeiwinatoaster.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-2490174421619391092013-11-01T10:38:43.073-04:002013-11-01T10:38:43.073-04:00Dear, dear, man, Brent, thank you for your tears. ...Dear, dear, man, Brent, thank you for your tears. Knowing others can feel the way I do is so very comforting and profound. I sense your wildness and I see it in the look on the faces of your beautiful son and adoring husband. Go when you can, we'll sing a song together and laugh in the wind. Thanks for coming by, I mean that.ihopeiwinatoasterhttp://ihopeiwinatoaster.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-73479504589028124882013-11-01T10:11:15.421-04:002013-11-01T10:11:15.421-04:00That was absolutely beautiful, Bill--one of the mo...That was absolutely beautiful, Bill--one of the most well written pieces I've come across in a long time.<br /><br />Do what you need to do to reconnect with the many things you hold dear; I too am an eclectic person, and I understand how easy it is to focus on one creative stream, to the detriment of the others. Please don't forget, though, that what you have here (as proven by this post) can be as creative and striking as any other form of art. We'll miss you, and look forward to hearing of your great journey upon your return!Seanhttp://www.nerdincognito.com/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-3793629058272967042013-11-01T05:46:09.184-04:002013-11-01T05:46:09.184-04:00Yes.Yes.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18362546083873007732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-50316191580161105422013-11-01T02:29:07.817-04:002013-11-01T02:29:07.817-04:00You'll be missed in the spaces you leave and w...You'll be missed in the spaces you leave and welcomed where you roam I'm sure, Bill. A man can't ask for much more than that. Great thoughts and a fantastic piece. See you on the flipside. Erichttp://dad-on-the-run.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-58352216398106628062013-11-01T00:57:02.004-04:002013-11-01T00:57:02.004-04:00I remember that as a kid I would write multi-page ...I remember that as a kid I would write multi-page stories, and illustrate them, and bind them between pieces of cardboard into little books for my family members for birthdays and holidays. If I was a kid today (heck, I guess I kinda am), I worry that I'd be too busy on one screen or another to build things with my hands or use actual pens and pencils and brushes on paper.<br /><br />I am 100 % with you on the crime of being busy. The crime of keeping up with the Joneses. The crime of pushing so hard, so furiously, that you give up things that really matter. And at the same time that I believe that, I still end up sucked into screens and social platforms in ways that make me a bit of a hypocrite. How will my daughter learn to create works of art if she never sees me creating them? And how do we explore the world together if I'm glued to the computer?<br /><br />I admire your decision, your recognition of a decision point. No doubt you'll still struggle, as anybody would, to complete many of the projects that tantalize like mirages on the horizon. But like you say, you don't slow down just to complete a task more thoroughly; you slow down so that you can see the world better. So that you can find beauty and stroll hand-in-hand with it, instead of just glimpsing it fleetingly from a distance.<br /><br />This is a good post for me to read. And your poetry musing remind me of my favorite William Carlos Williams poem:<br /><br />This Is Just to Say<br /><br />I have eaten <br />the plums <br />that were in <br />the icebox <br /><br />and which <br />you were probably <br />saving <br />for breakfast <br /><br />Forgive me <br />they were delicious <br />so sweet <br />and so cold <br /><br />There's quiet, and humor, and an ability to savor there. It reminds me of the un-busy life you and I seek.neal callhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17285975416175230777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-2219639443243727062013-11-01T00:03:38.438-04:002013-11-01T00:03:38.438-04:00This post made me think about myself and where I a...This post made me think about myself and where I am as much as it did you own plight. Thanks for that.<br />Do your thing and go as you need to go.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3680851414073805302.post-29985227916277091332013-11-01T00:02:41.306-04:002013-11-01T00:02:41.306-04:00"Boys, if you need to be wild, be wild. I wi..."Boys, if you need to be wild, be wild. I will let you, I will guide you if you'd like, it's sad to be wild alone."<br /><br />I'm in tears reading that. I don't know if you read my last post (who am I kidding, you're more likely to read it than most). I talk about realizing I needed to simplify. What I didn't put in my post was how much my stress was melding with and probably causing my son to be wild beyond reason. And this caused me to do the same, in a negative way towards him. It scared and angered me. Made me feel crazy. I did find solace from chatting with some of the other dads who were chatting about anger on the DB page. But I've yet to simplify, mainly because there were already so many things set in motion before I'd had that epiphany. But your post tears (as in rips) me up. I feel like I'm going to miss you, a person I've never met in person. And I'm jealous of your soon-to-be unplugedness. I could do the same, but I don't think it's my time to do so. But your post jerked me back to that moment that I realized I needed to slow down, trim the fat, focus and simplify, and be with my kid, my husband and myself. <br /><br />Damn I love your writing Bill. And as I've said before, I love your heart. Say hi to the wilderness for me.Designer Daddyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02830927906423071342noreply@blogger.com