Sometimes I have it in me the power to see things no longer there.
Well, maybe you have it to.
At the concert last Friday night there on the stage was the teen idol all grown up into the older man one sometimes stands behind in the market.
You know the one.
Thin and wiry with cropped white hair, although some of it seems to have gone missing.
You stand there in the checkout line and look at his food on the counter then up into his eyes.
He smiles at you and maybe makes a simple, charming comment about your artichoke selection and suddenly you see something there just below the surface.
A glimpse of the boy still held tight within the man.
I love when that happens.
As the years go by I see it more and more.
Maybe I am taking the time to look deeper into older eyes.
Last Friday night on the stage, Peter Frampton played his heart out for 3 hours on the stage at the ampitheatre.
Beyond the tent-like roof covering a nor'easter dropped water off and on throughout the night. Underneath the wet sky but protected we fell in love with Frampton's boyish ways all over again.
After 35 years.
"This is the place in the program where we use to run off the stage and do drugs," Frampton explained about 7/8ths into the concert. "You would clap and we would run back on and play some more."
"We don't do drugs anymore," he explained with his lovey accent. "We do medicine."
The somewhat aging crowd who sang along with most of his songs, cheered.
Naturally.
Frampton's hair is not the same but his voice shines through the years, his fingers on the guitar playing as smooth as ever.
A glimpse of the boy still held tight within the man, he is still having fun. Thank goodness.
I felt the glimpse of a girl within me.
oh yeah...I have seen this, that boy inside the man, it's in the eyes.
I see it in us all...
and laughing, we take medicine :)
thank you for the smile you put on my face this morning
x..x
Posted by: Stephanie | October 10, 2011 at 11:15 AM
Oh man, YES! I had such a thing for Peter Frampton. I'm glad it was one crush that stood the test of time!
And, yes, we do all wear our inner children, don't we? Some are more obvious than others.
xo
Posted by: Leslie M | October 10, 2011 at 09:32 PM
Sweet post my friend....
Our bodies may change but we are always who we were many years ago in our mind.
Love your angel wings...
Happy
new
week. oxo
Posted by: koralee | October 10, 2011 at 11:43 PM
oh dear lost my comment...don't you hate that when that happens!!!
Just told you what a lovely post you have and a great thought...plus love those angel wings.
Hugs.
Posted by: koralee | October 10, 2011 at 11:45 PM
How special to see his boyish ways for 3 hours. What a treat. I love also seeing your angels wings. How sweet of the angels to leave those treasures just for you and sitting so neatly there.
Posted by: Marilyn | October 11, 2011 at 11:35 AM
this is the most endearing post i have read in the longest time.
thank you for each white shell and the sweet desire to look at the pearl within.
xoxoxoxooxox
Posted by: rebecca | October 11, 2011 at 04:06 PM