Jump In The Mud, Love....

[~Sam~]

I wish that I could put the music to these lyrics by Dave Matthews... but the words is all's I got. This song has been goin' through my brain since I woke up this mornin'. Maybe by posting it, it'll get gone from my head....



Everyday

Pick me up, love!
(pick me up, love)
Hey, come on come on come on (everyday)
Everyday, ah.

Pick me up, oh, from the bottom,
Up to the top, love, everyday.
Pay no mind to taunts or advances,
I take my chances on everyday.

Left to right,
Up and down, love.
I push up love, love everyday.
Jump in the mud, oh,
Come on, get your hands dirty with
Love it up, on everyday.

All you need is,
All you want is,
All you need is love.
All you need is,
What you want is,
All you need is love.

Everyday
Everyday
Oh, everyday...

Pick me up, love, from the bottom,
Up to the top, love, everyday.
Pay no mind to taunts or advances,
I'm gonna take my chances on everyday.

Left to right
Up and up and inside out right
Good love fight for everyday.
Jump in the mud, mud
Get your hands filthy, love
Give it up, love
Everyday.

All you need is
All you want is
All you need is love.
All you need is
What you want is
All you need is love
Oh...

What you've got
Lay it down on me
What you've got
Lay it down on me.

All you need is
All you want is
All you need is love.
All you need is
What you want is
All you need is love.

Everyday
Everyday
Oh, everyday...

Pick me up love
Lift me up love
Pick me up love
Everyday...

Up from the bottom, everyday
Up to the top love, everyday
Pick me up love
Lift me up love
Pick me up love
Everyday....

~ Dave Matthews Band

[teepi]

I love the mud...now I will go to bed and that song will be in my head....

Nighty night, till the morning light...or about 9 am...sleeping late tomorrow....its raining and it will be cold in here until I build a fire and I'm just gonna laze in bed for awhile wishing that the dog would learn how to make my morning coffee...
teepi

[~Sam~]

Hey Girl! How's that coffee? You have the fire goin' yet?

I mailed those packages off on Monday. I know you only go to town on the weekend, so I packed them with that in mind. Anywho...

When Kenny and I were first together, we went to a pig roast. This was on the Muscanetcong River at a little shanty town where a Bluegrass Band was holing up for the summer.

The river was nice. There was a rope swing across it and the kids were havin' a ball swinging out over the river and dropping into it.

There was also an awesome mud puddle by the pit where they were roasting this pig. You know how those things go... waiting and waiting and waiting until the meat was cooked enough to eat. And while you're waiting you just keep having more Jack Daniels... well, I did.

The more Jack I drank, the more fun that mud puddle started looking to me. And just as predicted, I set my cup down, walked up the drive about 20 feet, turned around and ran like a son of a bitch at that puddle. I did a fabulous slide and managed to make all the way across that 15 foot long puddle. The kids thought that I was crazy, laughed like monkeys, but joined in the fun anyway.

I don't remember getting into Kenny's green V-dub, but I do remember cleaning it out the next day. Boy-O-boy but I must've been a sight.

So I have a personal memory attached to the words; "Jump in the mud, come on, get your hands filthy."

Let me know if you get those packages, OK? I've got a busy next couple of days here, but I should be back next week.

Love Ya,
Sam

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[teepi]

Thanks Sam,
I've been working on a bed...dug up all the perennials, put them in temp pots...pulled out the stubborn weeds and a few saplings that got hold.
Now i'm raking in fresh compost then will replant, lay newspaper and mulch.

We have so many trees here you have to stay on top of those volunteers or they get strong fast.
Told you about the new patio area...can't wait. We roomed in our old porch for my studio/kitchen area so we have been without a porch for a year abouts now....hard to be without a porch.

Yeah, I had to make my own coffee, Jackeddy doesn't drink it so he refuses to learn how to make it....damn dog.

Talk with you later...
teepi

[teepi]

Oh...I was going to share a mud memory too, got a kick out of yours...kids love it when the parents do something silly, although sometimes they ACT embarrassed. Would love to see some pics. of you that day.

When I lived at the Park, we bathed in the river...some had built a sauna out of saplings and canvas there on the river bank. We would heat up big rocks for hours in a fire then bring them in and put them in a pit. Then we would dip branches full of leaves in buckets of water and sprinkle it on the rocks thus creating loads of wonderful steam.

It would get so hot and stemy in there, and we would get so hot and sweaty...
Then after a bit someone would open the canvas and we would all run out and jump in the river....what a rush...this was Vermont after all...lol

Across from this on the opposite bank was mud/clay mixed and we would swim over and would just cover ourselves in it...and sit there baking in the sun till good and dry. Then back in the river for a good wash.
I swear I have never felt so clean in my life...thats when I got hooked on the Dr. Bronners...

[~Sam~]

DR. Bronner's Peppermint Soap! Gods! I used to read the lable as I was standing in the water, washing and tripping. Loved going down to the stream to take a bath with my faithful container of Dr. Bonner's. And the smell! Good Christ, one wiff could clear the sinuses of half the world's population.

I used to live in Cambridge, VT. Mt. Mansfield took up the entire vista from my bedroom window. They have Good mud in Verr-mont. In the February Thaws, I'd hop in my Chevy station wagon and go hunting for long, melting dirt roads.

Remember, this is Verr-mont. Ain't too much entertainment up there. So, I'd find a melting dirt road and have at it.... Up one side of a 5 mile long mountain road... fishtailin' and throwin' mud everywhere's. Then down the otherside for 5 miles of slippin' and slidin' and almost goin' over the steep side. What a rush.

A sweat lodge! Or, as you guys did it... a sweat lodge without the sacred, psuedo-amerindian mumbo-jumbo attached to it. But, that's a story for another time, if ever.

If I ever told it... you'd fuckin' laugh your ass off at the ways of the know-it-all-holymen and seer-guru types (self-proclaimed), who get all their knowledge of the world and of the universe by reading other's books. And after their readings... they still don't have a fucking clue about life in general, and living with Nature in particular.

But that's my secret. An... I gotta secret I won't tell, I won't tell. I gotta secret I won't tell... Na... na... na...... na.

(Pist! ... Indian Joe is..............





Ticklish!)

A-Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

See Ya.

Sam

[teepi]

SAM,

HAHA, I am SO knowing what you is talkin bout on dem der slickum roads.
AHHH Mud season, we would laugh at the weekenders who would drive there fancy cars up to the park and 3 feet in the gate ....sink.
Of course we would pull them out, then lite up....

When I went up 7 years ago..everything was overgrown and lots of trees down, all the houses burnt by the feds...but the ruts were still there....

Larry had a jeep for awhile (after my time there) and he tells me stories of taking people on the park "tour". Often in the snow, but mostly in the mud.

yeah I know whatyou mean about hte self proclaimers...ran across a few in CA.
We regulars at the park were just "bein" no airs, no false self importance, just doing what we could to make the place no ones and every ones.

I'm so glad for that time in my life, it had such a tremendous impression on me, I never forgot it and when people talk of their "quiet place" or close the eyes and relax place...that was always it for me.
Well of course I got Larry out of the deal too...lol
A perk if there ever was one.
Love ya,
teep

[~Sam~]

I'm so glad that you and Larry did time on the; "here it comes around on the guitar again" spiral, Teepi. Now, that's a Love Story I'd be more than interested in reading about. (At your convenience)

I remember one day up in Verr-mont when I was seriously depressed. It was an extremely cold day. I recall that the wind chill factor had the temp down to around -60 degrees F. Damned cold.

Anywho, I bundled up and headed up the mountain through 4 feet of newly fallen snow. That's no mean feat, if you've ever tried to walk up mountain in those conditions. But I made it, and found a sheltered spot in a grove of piney woods and sat down to contemplate my fate.

As I sat there on the mountain with the wind trying to blow me back down, a porcupine wandered by. Sitting very still, I watched as the critter made a meal of some fresh pine bark. That's why folks up there are so hot to kill the creatures... they eat trees. Can you imagine that?

The porky finished its meal and waddled off into the woods again, leaving me alone. Still sitting in the cold wind, I looked at the ground in front of me. Curious. There was a sandy beachlike pit on the top of the mountain.

Now, how in the world did sand get on the top of the mountain? I didn't have a clue. It wasn't til a few years later when I related the story to Kenny (a geochemist) that I learned of the ways of the Earth. And boy-o-boy is that a whole 'nother story...

That was one of the places I learned to face myself. I was cold and alone, but I was "In the World". It's one of the places I go back to again and again, in my mind, when I need a place of serenity.

When I finally got too cold and tired of sitting on that mountain, I took my jacket off, sat on it, and sledded down to the Lamoille Valley below. What a ride!

Sam

[teepi]

Solitude can be such a gift if we let it.


Too many people just can't face 'facing themselves'....seems they look at it in such a strange way, alone is a scary concept to them, I seem to embrace it.

I recently posted something about getting back to my 14th year, Larry and I talked of feeling so much wiser when we were in a freer place.
Close to nature, close to our souls. Too much of this rat race really cramps our natural awareness.
When I was 14 I looked at all around me with an awareness that came naturally, and that showed me that our answers do come from inside...if we can be quiet enough to listen.

Those feelings never left us, even after coming down off our "mountain", we have been striving to climb back to that glorious place.


Larry told me of coming home from the big shopping trips and having to leave the truck in the farmers field that bordered the land on one side and having his sleigh there to pull in the supplies, he said sometimes if you weren't fast enough things would burst...and the canned goods would freeze, I never was up there in the thick of it...the first time I was there was only for 3 weeks, the second time when I lived with him, was for 5 months and I left in the last part of Oct.
And the last time...7 years ago..I was only there for a day.
The Park was in Norton Vt. right on the border. In the North East Kingdom.

However we do hibernate here in the winter...and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Teepi

[~Sam~]

Bring out them quilts! Put another log on the fire! And while you're at it, pour some more of that hot rum inta my cup, would ya? I'm ready for hibrination... bring it on! Larry isn't kidding about things exploding from the cold, geeze... we used to have to put an electric oil heater on car so that we could start it in the mornings. That and the gas line freezing in the middle of a trek into nowhere, miles from somewhere. We used to get our smoke smuggled in on skimobiles from Canada... Damn, but those were the days.

I was gonna go out riding today, but I went to pick up my saddle and my chest muscles went into a spasm. Two nights ago I was up in the top of the barn muxin' around in the dark. I went around the back passage way and caught my foot in a loop of extension cord. BAM! I fell flat on my front. Face, chest, pub bone and knees, all black and blue. Knocked the wind out of me so that when Kenny called up to see if I was alright, the only thing I could wheeze out was "no". Remember that sig I had on here with the gravity thingee? Well, gravity works real fast like when you're not watching. Ouch!

Oh! I named the bridge out back. I can't bring myself to keep the neighbors off of it. It's too beautiful a place to sit and think... or just to sit. So I made a nice sign with; "The Listening Bridge" lettered on it. Just below the name, in smaller letters; "Be Still and Listen". It seems to have worked because when I see the neighbors out there, I don't hear them like I used to.

I'm still aiming at a couple hundred acres in VA or NY... this place is too crowded for me anymore. Now, and I'm knocking on wood here, all's I have to do is figure out a way to get Ken to retire sooner so we can get outta Dodge before I hurt someone.

See Ya,
Sam

"Well I sit by my window and I watch the cars.
I fear I'll do some damage one fine day.
But I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers,
Still crazy after all these years."

~ Paul Simon

[teepi]

What a gift you have given.

Reminds me of a musical instrument company Larry ordered a catalog from for my daughter.
Months later she still had not recieved one...she told me she suspected that the downstairs neighbors had been taking them from the old mail boxes.
I called the company back and ordered for her again and asked if i could order 2, of course the guy said, I gave him the address for her,apt.2... and another for apt. 1...he asked me the name and I said "the downstairs neighbors"...
He laughed and I explain the situation to him, he said what a good way to handle a problem.

So again, what a gift, twofold, or more...who knows what will happen to those who "listen" you may have done far more than you will ever know.
teepi

[~Sam~]

Now that's just plain scarey. One never knows what happens to the thoughts or actions we put out there, even when we think no one is watching or listening. For the good or for the bad! We really are like free floating atoms. Other atoms collide with us without our knowledge and go rebounding off in all kinds of directions.

I do think that it's awfully hard for those young children to be quiet... but they are when they're on the bridge. Maybe it's a gift to their mom... One never knows.

Love Ya Girl... I'll be talking to ya soon,
Sam

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The Bridge

[teepi]

Ripple effect....lol