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things that go bump in the night
things that go bump in the night living as i do with a and an otherwise empty house, except of course for my resident ghost, i often wake to the sounds of the people downstairs. when both charlie and i are quiet, their family noises are easy to hear. the thudthudthudthud of little j as he runs from one end of the house to the other. kitchen noises. and the sounds of lovemaking. r is a bit of a screamer. it's more pervasive in the summer when the windows are open but even in the winter, it's quite the show. our next door neighbor asked me to speak to her and of course i did so r being r, she immediately talked to sam. she apologized for disturbing him but said she could not promise not to do so in the future. when the moment takes her, she simply cannot muffle the cries of passion. i've noticed that sam keeps his windows closed now. snork. it was around 4Am when i heard the singing. r often sings when she sews so at first i assumed it was her and just rolled over but charlie was up and moving around and pawing at the door to my 's attic room. so i opened the door a bit and i could hear the singing quite clearly. charlie wasn't barking or whining. just sort of alert and sitting there looking up the stairs. i started up and he pawed my leg. not sure if he meant go or stay but i stopped. it sounded like my mother's humming to a hymn as she so often did when alive and i recognized it though i don't know the name. some of the lines are, and he walked with me and he talked with me and he tells me i am his own, and the love we shared as we tarried there, none other has ever known.... does anyone know that hymn? it stopped and charlie padded back to his bed and i to mine. i never once felt unsafe. or even like something was wrong. how weird is that? so maybe it was coming from somewhere else but for me, it was mama. just passing through. and doing it in my 's room so i'd know he was safe. i know i could google the hymn but it seems sort of wrong to do that. i have no idea why. and i know it isn't my resident ghost because he's a dude and utterly silent. good natured and all. and r says she was sound asleep. i know mama felt how hard it was for me to miss my christmas visit with my . i think that was why. she always knew when i was hurting. whoa........there goes j again.....he's got the flattest feet. thudthudthudthudthud. i love that sound. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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The lyrics are from an old gospel called "In The Garden".
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My mother sings the same hymn. Never ignore those who care for you you will have lost diamonds while you were collecting stones
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..wow that gave me goosebumps i loved reading this post
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Wicked, I hope that 2012 proves to be a good year for you. You were comforted by the hymn, no matter the source. hugs Chas
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Not everyone is open to receive these kind of messages. Its good Charlie is so in tune. My Grandmother would sing that song once in a while. A comfort indeed.
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I'm glad it was comforting to you...no matter the source, comforting is a good thing, eh? happy new year! Always tell the truth Use kind words Keep your promises Giggle and laugh Be positive Love one another Always be grateful Forgiveness is mandatory Try new things Say please and thank you Say your prayers Smile ~Author unknown
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That's very cool (hearing the singing). As for hearing the sex, I think that might just make me too jealous at the moment! Love that your neighbor said she couldn't promise it wouldn't happen again.
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oui-oui... Even though I don't Google (never have--never will; there are many other sources), I thought I'd put this out here, for your benefit: ...written by Charles Austin Miles (1912) I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear falling on my ear The Son of God discloses. [begin refrain...] And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known. [...end refrain] He speaks, and the sound of His voice, Is so sweet the birds hush their singing, And the melody that He gave to me Within my heart is ringing. [refrain] I’d stay in the garden with Him Though the night around me be falling, But He bids me go; through the voice of woe His voice to me is calling. [refrain] U Toob: txzOErCuQlo The song, I'm almost certain, was written by Miles upon his contemplation of these verses... Mt 26:36 Then cometh Jesus with them unto a place called Gethsemane, and saith unto the disciples, Sit ye here, while I go and pray yonder. 37 And he took with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and began to be sorrowful and very heavy. 38 Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and watch with me. 39 And he went a little further, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt. 40 And he cometh unto the disciples, and findeth them asleep, and saith unto Peter, What, could ye not watch with me one hour? 41 Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. 42 He went away again the second time, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if this cup may not pass away from me, except I drink it, thy will be done. 43 And he came and found them asleep again: for their eyes were heavy. 44 And he left them, and went away again, and prayed the third time, saying the same words. 45 Then cometh he to his disciples, and saith unto them, Sleep on now, and take your rest: behold, the hour is at hand, and the Son of man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. This version is by Anne Murray. I chose it over dozens of others because... it's the only one which includes the last verse. Funny--how "christians" have a tendency to leave out any unpleasantness connected to the Christ; eh? "His voice to me is calling." Solar...
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I am so glad your Mama visited you over the holidays. Happy New Year, lovely woman.
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Love and peace to you. This brought a tear to my eye. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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10/4/2019 12:40 pm |
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