tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919780691350257469.post5147544434380751635..comments2023-04-17T05:35:42.382-07:00Comments on cadence: stop, drop, ascendPam Morrisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01422149903301168261noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919780691350257469.post-76930824591332191732010-02-10T01:31:57.741-08:002010-02-10T01:31:57.741-08:00Thanx P and C, Yes, nothing spooky about the eyrie...Thanx P and C, Yes, nothing spooky about the eyrie - in contrast to those stairs that go down into the dark. Interesting isn't it. Mystery in both the ascent and descent, yet such a different emotional loading. Those stairs weren't the 140 George street ones cb, but they so could have been. These were somewhere near and opposite Knox. The passage and staircase were unadorned, dark brown, and they led up to the chamber of the princess - my pretty and oh-so-adored ballet teacher. Her name was Joy.Pam Morrisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01422149903301168261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919780691350257469.post-77242078490985140502010-02-10T01:01:01.034-08:002010-02-10T01:01:01.034-08:00'... the wooden staircase to my ballet teacher...'... the wooden staircase to my ballet teacher's sparse studio above George Street... ?' Are you describing 140 George Street, Map? CB's first NZ studio? As Is headquarters? I think so! <br /><br />Your entry today reminds my of my own fondness for staircases - my grandparents' two especially; one swept upwards towards their bedroom (and my button box); the other dipped downwards into darkness, no matter what time of day it was. I always felt a sense of unease around those stairs, avoided using them if at all possible.<br /><br />I wonder why that was? Something about the descent, I suspect... it's generally easier to go upwards, don't you find? <br /><br />To echo what Mary and Pen have said - "Lovely, lovely writing" and 'this is doing us all good." Thank you xxClaire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919780691350257469.post-65177212912563160122010-02-09T16:58:57.969-08:002010-02-09T16:58:57.969-08:00You in your eerie, breathing in (and out)the beaut...You in your eerie, breathing in (and out)the beauty spot; like a vivifying scent on the wind, this is doing us all good. Thank you!Penelopehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04557747956609276030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919780691350257469.post-53630609415282809132010-02-09T10:22:24.446-08:002010-02-09T10:22:24.446-08:00Ahh yes - I've seen it and I love it!Ahh yes - I've seen it and I love it!Pam Morrisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01422149903301168261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919780691350257469.post-51816362830995662942010-02-09T01:02:30.216-08:002010-02-09T01:02:30.216-08:00I know a poem about stairs;
As I was going down th...I know a poem about stairs;<br />As I was going down the stair<br />I met a man who wasn't there<br />He wasn't there again today -<br /> I wish that man would go away!<br />"stair" is probably there for the rhyme, but there's something about stairs and transit and transition...<br />As for the music - ah yes. That gets me up the stairs and occasionally out the window and climbing in the trees and swinging thru the branches like a monkey...John Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03109723098316451330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919780691350257469.post-61117082422135720032010-02-09T00:43:31.828-08:002010-02-09T00:43:31.828-08:00Thanks Mary. Good to know you'll be tuning in ...Thanks Mary. Good to know you'll be tuning in too. Enjoy!Pam Morrisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01422149903301168261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919780691350257469.post-75143427849747075592010-02-08T14:52:00.578-08:002010-02-08T14:52:00.578-08:00Lovely lovely writing. And a good recommendation. ...Lovely lovely writing. And a good recommendation. I will try the same...Mary McCallumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07482261103185786111noreply@blogger.com