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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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That which is not mine,
That which is not good,
That which is not altruistic....
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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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SLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP Oct 13, 2008 10:40 pm
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Have you ever noticed that some days have their own sucking power? Now, I'm not thinking negatively...but I barely even managed to get out of bed today. I didn't even have enough energy to lay in bed and read.

Some people wisely have stuffed animals that they can throw on the floor. Not me...I very stupidly have live animals...who all wanted to pile on the bed with me and I just wanted to SLEEP!!!!!!!!!

Now, there's a certain animal I might have welcomed...but he has so far failed to identify himself so I couldn't call up and say..."Hey...how about a relaxing day in bed?"

Hmmm...well..ok...maybe not relaxing...well...maybe...I'd have sure as heck slept better...lol.... Excuse me...names and numbers, please.....

It just sucks that when you have to spend a day in bed....you have to do it alone....dang it.....

Can someone find me a life?
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The Spiral Moves Ever Onward Oct 13, 2008 10:02 pm
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The end is often much like the beginning; a single moment in time in which we realize that all that once was has become something new. Life moves in circular patterns spiraling ever outward. Imagine the newly born baby whose life is focused only upon its own immediate needs, and the elderly woman who can see eternity in the wink of an eye. She no more knows the answers than the infant, but she has seen beyond the edge of the known world and has glimpses of what the future holds.

And the spiral moves ever onward.

It expands in slowly increasing circles as the range of knowledge and awareness within each person also grows. There are places where it is entangled with the spirals of other people, twisting and twining together for a time as each explores the limits of the other. We so rarely realize that we are without limit. What is limited today reaches new heights tomorrow. Restrictions to progress are only those boundaries we assign to ourselves.

And the spiral moves ever onward.

All of the universe is filled with such spirals; many following the same path until chance diverts its passage and separation becomes the key to survival. It isn’t about that which isn’t, but that which is. It isn’t about that which can’t be, but that which can. That which can be is limited only by the vision of those who see. So simple in its entirety and yet we often cannot recognize the truth in simplicity. Our minds have spiraled until they begin to anticipate the complexities of the universe. The universe is explicitly simple; a simple spiral extending eternally; a spiral matching each other spiral in principle and yet singular in shape and form, color and texture.

And the spiral moves ever onward.

Needles taking swift, sure stitches create the texture of each spiral; create the curve in precisely the color and shape in which it is walked. Perhaps the tapestries woven under our feet are not so colorful as those under another’s. Who ever proclaimed we each should have what the other has achieved? You are not me, nor I you; neither should we choose to be for our paths are littered with the boulders of choices yet unmade and steps yet untaken. You cannot walk my path for me. You can only take my hand and walk beside me for the time we are given together.

And the spiral moves ever onward.

If time itself is the gift, each life that enters into that time becomes a tiny gemstone of immeasurable value. Woven into the tapestry of my life are so many diamonds, rubies, sapphires….each heart opened unto another becomes a tiny colored beacon of light illuminating its corner of the whole until the entire carpet is aglow with the love and joy received. Each tiny gemstone broken open becomes its own tiny spiral within the entirety of my whole, as I am only a tiny spiral within the entirety of the universe. A single sparkling light gifted unto the whole; one of many, one of you.

And the spiral moves ever onward.

We spend lifetimes searching for the core of all we are; that which has the greatest value in our world. The answer is so simple that it is represented by the same spirals that shape our hopes. Each spiral alone is a tiny spinning toy tossed in the winds of fate and time. Each spiral held closely to another is, in time, intertwined and stabilized by every other spiral, becoming a part of the universal whole. The foundation of who we are becomes focal when we view ourselves as part of all; I am a corner of you as you are a corner of me. Without your hand to hold, I am no more than a freely dancing mote of dust too soon blown away by an errant breeze.

And the spiral moves ever onward…..

Until it captures each of us within the softly glowing web of life and binds us tight, one to another. It is the goal, it is the hope of tomorrow that we should reach out those hands and touch the universe…in every other hand offered. It is the best dream of fate that we should join together to become all….in one….and one…in all.

So the spiral can move forward.
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