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Ari-Wood
  
Welcome to Ari-Wood. Step right up and see the sights. To your left, you will see the delicate fragility of fairy land. On the right, watch out for the fiery dragons. For your safety, we recommend you stay on the path and don't stray into the netherworlds of risk and chance. Alternatively, perhaps you like the benefits that go along with taking that chance..........

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The stories and poems encased in this crystal blog are written from my own imagination and in no way are intended to be viewed as written to any specific person unless I specifically state that it is.

My heart is a book which you leaf through as simply as the pages of this blog..

Antiqued an worn
The words bleed
From a hidden place
Deep within my chapters
Where only one can see
And whispering spirits tarry

Frayed are my edges
Yet my gliding
Remains beautiful
Not a mere ornament
But a testament to the tooling
Which has geared my life

Sown tightly is my binding
I have weathered the years
I shine with wisdom an character
Like no other book
Yet my cover bares the marks
Of ordinary use

Turn my pages lightly
And you shall read
My hued memories
Of dreams and dreaminess
Of times and timelessness
Of lives and liveliness

Upon my inner pages
Are scribbled
Achromatic dreams
My love
My hopes
My life

You are such a treasured book
All my love, Sister of my heart
(Written by a special sister of my heart...MsAlchemy2...a special gift...I wanted to share.)
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New Growth Aug 2, 2008 5:43 am
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The tree cracked down the length of the trunk and somewhere in the darkness, it split and fell. I woke to find the branches spread across the side of the property and spent a little time mourning its loss. Trees are a symbol of strngth and a repository of the earth's experiences for me. I often step amongst them and pause to run my fingers down their bark...to feel the pulsation of all that time running through them. And when one dies....a part of me is lost with them.

Some seven or eight years ago, as Kelly and I began the work that would lead me to this place and time....an analogy she used stuck with me....and all these years later, oh great and wonderful AgingOne....I can remember the conversation as if we were still sitting at your dining room table....

We were talking about establishing roots deep in the soil....a strong foundation to build on. I remember telling you that I felt as if I had wrapped my roots around a rock...and that rock had been steadily crumbling away ever since. It would take me years to reach a place where I was willing to work on building those roots, but in the interim....I did take steps that helped me to begin...moving to Idaho was one of them...finding a place where I could be all that I was meant to be...a place where deeply established roots are the norm...and slowly...breaking out of my shell and allowing some bits of those walls to come down.

I often use that symbol in the poetry I love best....that of roots driving deep into the ground to find strength and sustenance. It spoke deeply to me then...and now I often envision myself as much as a tree as I do a flame. Truly, both are a large part of who and what I am. I am the tree whose roots are no longer wrapped around a single rock....but slipping deeper into the earth and growing stronger from the solid foundation that is being established.

Still, I can see myself in this broken tree at the corner of my yard. Pieces of my life have slowly died away and fallen as this branch has done. Not really a branch, for a large part of the tree is now gone....and in the same way...not really a branch of me...but a rather large part that needed to be pruned away in order that the trunk can continue to live.

Just as we find in the forest, new growth begins to cover over the scars left from that which has gone before. My scars slowly fade and I work at removing any residual damage....even as new growth has begun to form...bringing with it hope, joy, laughter, love....and only time can tell if that new growth will be nourished and grow strong and tall, reaching for the sky....or if it will wither and become a new scar. But...if we do not excise the past...if we do not cut away all that has become damaged...our growth is stunted...and we are mired with dying roots....and broken trunks.
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