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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..........
All rights to the poetry and stories in Ari-Wood
belong exclusively to the author.
That which is not mine,
That which is not good,
That which is not altruistic....
Is requested to leave.
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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| In Principle..... |
Nov 13, 2007 11:16 pm
907 Views | I'm not sure why this is a good night to share the rules I live by...but it is...and I am. These are the principles I base my life on...these are the mantras I repeat...when I need to be pushed...just a little farther...just a little harder. I hope that they say something to you.
Love each other
In your love, help each other
As you help, grow together
As you grow, teach each other
Learn always to be receptive to lessons
Regardless of the source, regardless of the timing
Do nothing to harm anyone or anything
Choose to be the best person you can be
Choose to do the right thing, even when it’s hard, even when it hurts
Need nothing more than you need one another
Remember that as you give...so too will you receive. Similarly, remember that what you believe, so too will it be.
Be everything you can be
And as you move through life
Be the best that you can be
At everything you do
Never give less than all you can
Never live less than all there is
Never dream less than all that can be
Never love less than all eternity
Build trust, not fear
Build faith, not need
Build hope, not despair
Choose to live, not just exist
Choose to love, not just relate
Choose to give, not just receive
Choose to forgive, even when you can’t forget.
Choose to let people leave your life as better people; not hurting from your pain and anger | |
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| Set It Free |
Nov 13, 2007 10:52 pm
809 Views | There are many things I'd like to be doing right now...but...it isn't to be right now. I'd like to be cruising through the blogs to see how everyone is...but I am buried with figuring out stains and doing a boatload of homework. I check in here fairly often as I take just five minutes away and rest my eyes...it's hard to do accounting all day long...and then half the night as well. My brain gets tired.
I AM listening to some music...a Savage Garden cd...and the song, Affirmation, is rather fortuitous...here...listen with me....
"I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands
I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you
I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do
I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem
I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone
I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye
I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality
I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than money or gold
I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair
I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires
I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye
I believe forgiveness is the key to your own happiness
I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed
I believe that God does not endorse tv evangelists
I believe in love surviving death into eternity
I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye (Repeat 2)
Until you say goodbye
Oh no no no no no ( Repeats itself many times fading)
Interesting timing....cause I believe each of these things. The name of the song is perfectly appropriate. Whenever life seems hard...whenever I want to feel sorry for myself...this is a song I play. It makes me look at the more positive side of life...and gives me a few chuckles as well...especially the line about "God does not endorse TV evangelists...".
No matter what life hands us...there is always someone hurting more than we are...there is always someone who needs your hand more than you need theirs...there is always a ray of sunshine waiting for the clouds to shift so it can shine on you. Sometimes it is the hardest thing to find that hope...but it is so important that we not allow the negative to break us down. When we fall victim to that trap...we forget to believe in the good...in the positive...we forget to have faith in ourselves...in what we are bringing into our world....and then we want to blame it on everyone and everything else.
Our lives are choices...each step a choice we made. Perhaps we chose to get married...and when the marriage got tiresome...we chose to get divorced. Now...back up...did we participate in the marriage getting tiresome? Of course we did. We chose to react to people as we did...and they chose to respond...and so it goes until we have finally built a circle of ugliness that no one can survive within.
But...we can break free of those traps. We always have the choice of how we react...we always have the opportunity to react differently this time. Perhaps last time we got angry...and this time we refuse to be angry...we just walk away. Oftentimes...the other person doesn't quite know how to respond to those unexpected reactions and it defuses the situation.
You know...I can sit here all night long and tell you how bad my life was...how life was so unfair. And some parts of it were unfair....but who promised any of us fair? Still...I chose how I reacted...I chose to put myself in harm's way...all unintentionally...but they were choices I made. I chose to stay where I could be hurt. How do I blame other's for my choices?
And you know what...when we stop blaming everyone else for what has happened to us...for what we participated in...intentionally or not...we learn to forgive...we learn to let go...we learn to love. Loving starts with forgiveness. Forgiveness requires that we let go...
Let it go...set it free....write it down...take it outside and burn it...blow the ashes to the winds and then...refuse to focus on it...refuse to feel anger or pain...refuse to let it hurt you...let it go. It flew away on the wings of love....and you can too....
Set yourself free. | |
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| No Words |
Nov 12, 2007 11:14 pm
1007 Views | There were things I wanted to say tonight...but when I begin to write the words....they just vanish into nothingness. Most nights I sit down and the words just pour from the tips of my fingers. It is a terrible feeling...for one such as I...who use words constantly...to suddenly feel their absence.
I have no words to say...your words...said it all.
*turns and walks away. | |
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| Rescinded |
Nov 12, 2007 11:10 pm
713 Views | Trust is such a fragile gift
When given, tissue fine.
Submitted for a period,
Until you cross the line.
Once granted, it can be revoked
Removed from your purview
If I don’t have the simple faith
My trust is safe in you.
If I should take that final step
It never is revoked
Once trust is gone, for me it is
As if we never spoke. | |
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| Re-Evaluating Life |
Nov 11, 2007 10:09 pm
1041 Views | I was awakened by a phone call. It was my sister calling to sing her version of Happy Birthday in my ear. I'm not sure what the words were...but I'm sure they were naughty. I don't hear well when I'm mostly asleep...and five a.m. is no time to wake my happy hiney up. Lol...it's not very happy at 5 a.m.. particularly when I went to bed at 2 a.m. I think that I hung up and rolled over and went back to sleep.
I'm really not sure other than that I was awakened by another phone call. It was my friend Michelle calling to sing her version of Happy Birthday in my ear. It was about 9:30 a.m. and I actually heard this song. Amazing what some sleep can do. I can tell Michelle didn't plan her song well...she sang, "Happy birthday to you, how old are you now? You look like a monkey...."
and it died off....and died off...and then..."and fart like a cow." Well allrighty then...lol...I'm wide awake now. And giggling. She tells me to be ready at 12:30.
I kind of did the lounge lizard thing after that. I blogged a little bit, did a bunch of homework, studied my flashcards for new words from my accounting book, and eventually managed to get my robe off my backside and get dressed. I think it was about....noon. Everyone showed up within about 10 minutes of my coming out of the bathroom.
My sister, her best friend, Michelle, Nancy, and I went to Lava to try out a Thai restaurant for my birthday. It was pretty good food. I even managed to get birthday wishes from the waiter and the owner and the cashier...lol. The best part of these birthday lunches we do is that we get to spend several hours together. We all tell each other's deepest secrets and giggle over it. Actually...deepest secrets are kept...funny secrets are tattled on.
Birthdays are an interesting time. It is a time to think through our current progress in life. Who am I...where am I going...what have I accomplished...where do I want to be next year?
I like the person I am. I know that I still have some issues with my ex to work through, but I've grown more than I ever expected in the last year. I've found a huge piece of happiness inside me and I enjoy it. I haven't worked anywhere near as hard as I needed to on my schoolwork...and I can't blame that on anyone but me...well...except the last few weeks...which have contained some battles from hell over it. But...I'm working to learn and grow as fast as I can at work...and in my personal growth.
Where am I going? Hmmm...that's a little up in the air right now. I'm going to focus on being the best person I can be...the best student I can be...the best employee I can be...the best friend I can be. I'm not sure that anything has changed in that...but...I do want to focus on improvement...and growth.
There are things I want to accomplish in the next year. I'd like to do more serious writing; I'd like to have my kitchen finished and be working on one of the bathrooms; I'd like to be a whole lot further along on my degree.
I get my horoscope by email each day...not that I read it most days...but the last few days I have been. Interestingly enough each day has been about clearing away the things that don't work for you...in order to have space for the things you want. Seems like Carolyn's sister told me that when we were in North Carolina.
I guess it's time to push those buttons. Not today...not this month. I want to time it for the end of winter when it will be easiest for both of us. I don't want to cause more hurt than I absolutely have to...for either one. But...it's time...and more...for me to move on in my life. But...there's something real out there...and it's time to move forward into it. And maybe it's simply time to finish the healing process.
We were talking over lunch the other day at work...Michelle, Dean, and I. I made the comment that I was looking for a real partnership in my next relationship. Dean laughed and said that never happens with women. I disagreed with him. It seems to me that if we do things together...neither one of us has too much to do while the other is relaxing. It seems to me that relaxing together is much more fun than relaxing alone. Dean laughed at me and asked how far I would carry it. Well heck...why can't a man help with dinner...and a woman help with the yardwork?
I was a little surprised by his perception when he said..."You know, Ari..I can just see the two of you...making dinner together...giggling...telling jokes...teasing each other. And then you'd be nuzzling each other's necks and all that other stuff." Michelle laughed because I blushed bright red...but...that really is how I see it in my head. A relationship that is shared...where we enjoy being together...not all the time...but enough of the time that we can do things together and laugh and have a good time. And if that leads to something more....so much the better.
I wonder just how unrealistic that is. Michelle and Dean seemed to think it just couldn't happen....but...in all honesty...it's just what I want....a friendship..a partnership...a wild and passionate lover...and a home filled with laughter and gentle teasing. Is that so much to ask for? | |
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| Plagiarism...and stolen posts |
Nov 11, 2007 1:11 am
1344 Views | Yesterday several of us experienced the plagiarizing of our posts. In an effort to resolve the issue, I contacted FF and requested that the stolen posts be removed. This is the correspondece that resulted from that. I simply want all of you to know...that your work too...will not be protected.
Email to FF....
COMMENT:
There are three blogs currently posted which are blatant copies of existing member's blogs. Heathersan copied and posted a blog called "Ever Have A Closet" originally posted by agingone1002. Flashloving copied and posted a blog of mine. He refers to it as "From Others Blog" but it is a word for word copy of my blog "Where Does Meat Come From" which is written about my sister. Lucyflynns copied and posted a blog originally written by MistyTraveller, While he titled it "Dreams!", it is a word for word copy of Misty's post "WWI Song".
If you check all of the posts, you will see that the three of us, Mistytraveller, agingone1002, and I wrote our posts well before they were plagiarized and posted by these people. We would like to request that the posts be removed from the other blogs. These bloggers (who we suspect are all one person...) did NOT have our consent to post our blogs...which you will see if you check their blogs.
Thank you,
Arreana
-------Original Message-------
From: Friendfinder Inc
Date: 11/11/2007 12:16:44 AM
To: Subject: ff - Abuse/Spam Questions [33899422]
Dear Member,
Thank you for your email. It does not violate our Terms of Use or guidelines to repost another member's posts. If there is a post that has a copy write, this post must have the author's name included. If you have any questions, please email us again.
Thanks,
Cheryl F.
Abuse Support
I would suggest you review copyright law. Under US Copyright law...the moment that you publicize a piece of writing, it is protected. Since it is quite clear that these three posts were posted by each of us prior to being posted by your "paying" bloggers...it is also quite clear who the authors of the posts were. I will be most happy to fight you over this. Under the law, you are not required to file for a copyright to be protected by copyright law.
If you choose to do nothing...I will very publicly inform all of your bloggers that they are not protected for any of their writings...and I will personally remove all of my posts and my blog from your site. My writing is exactly that...my writing. While you may be able to put it on your other sites...you may not claim ownership of it...and neither may anyone else.
Sincerely
Arreana | |
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| How we share..... |
Nov 11, 2007 12:36 am
985 Views | I've spent a fair bit of time the last few weeks just focusing on work, school, and my house. So much to do, so little free time...lol.... But somewhere in the back of my head a couple of ideas were bothering me. I've written a few posts trying to work them out of my system...but they keep coming back to haunt me.
Too often we come to this place and wonder how real the people are. I guarantee...some of the people are not real. Some of them are game players; some of them are just in it for what they can get; and some of them are very real, very giving, very much in need of a friend. Some of us came here...hurting in one way or another.
I've often said I was broken when I got here. I'm not broken the same way anymore. I've come a long way and healed more than I ever imagined...partially due to opening myself up to the world...partially due to the people who have loved and shared with me. I have been very fortunate in the people I have met.
Just like everyone else here, I am a person...with all the emotions, sensations, thoughts, feelings, hopes, dreams, fears....all the baggage that anyone else has. I may have more baggage than a few people I know. It's possible. Just like everyone else here, there are things I dare to hope for...whether I ever find it or not. Just like everyone else.
Most everyone here tries very hard to be the best person they can be. They want to open up and build friendships...they hope someday they'll find something more...something real and abiding...something that makes them...more than they were before they found it. Some people will take longer getting there than others. There's nothing wrong with that...it is normal for each of us to open and to begin to heal and move forward in our own time...in our own way.
I've been walking forward on my path. Two years ago I was taking the tiniest baby steps forward...and then great big steps backward. Now I walk forward and only occasionally stand still to look back and see what has been behind me. I don't have the same fears or pains I once had. I'm not totally healed, either. Just like most of us.
Do we choose our path...or is it chosen for us? I believe it is a combination of both...we choose the lessons we need to learn...the method of learning is given to us. I'm still not quite sure what my lesson in this life was. Perhaps it was to learn never to take love for granted. Love has been a primary goal/dream all my life. Perhaps it was that I needed to be massively stronger...the lessons I've learned have certainly given me that. I don't know what the lesson is...not now...not yet...but I know that I am not done learning it.
I come here and I share, very openly, some of my deepest and most private thoughts and feelings. I share my dreams and my hopes, I share my past and my present, I share the good and the bad. When we open ourselves up to this level...there is an element of risk involved. There is always someone waiting to...use what they have learned to hurt you...to get close to you...to lead you to a dark and lonely place on your path. It's why I now have Kelly's small mantra posted on my blog. I want to always remember that I don't believe in people coming here to be hurtful to me....that I believe everyone will share with me as I share with them...in a spirit of love, giving, and growth.
Still, there are people who will...unthinkingly use who you are to feed their ego. It makes them feel good when they can get you to care...to hope...to feed their need for attention, love, giving. They don't mean to hurt anyone with their choices...they only mean to feel better within themselves...it was an accident that you got caught up in their needs....or it wasn't.
What I write here...I write for me...I write for those who need to hear the words...I write for love of writing...and I write because I do love. Sometimes I write words filled with passion and hunger. I write those words to remind me of what I am searching for. I write those words to speak to one man...the one man who will love me before himself...and expect the same from me....wherever he may be. I do not write those words to titillate...to tempt...to excite people. I do not write them to replace the sexual acts I once enjoyed. I write them because they are the words that come to me....and that is what I always write...the words that speak to me at that moment in time.
Once upon a time I was a young woman filled with rage and anger. All I lived was my pain...my anger...my hate. And then one day I understood that being that person gave the people who had hurt me constant power over me. I didn't change overnight...but I did change...little by little I let pieces of it go and became at least less angry.
Today...I would tell you that I am a totally different person. Perhaps I lie without intending to...but I don't think so. My heart is so full of love and a need to give that love to others...it is so filled with caring and wanting to help others to avoid my path...or to survive it. It is so hungry for love...that I allow myself to be vulnerable...I hold my heart out on a platter for anyone to dine on....and then wonder why they do. I always believe people intend to be the best they can be...so I generally believe that people mean their words...and that they share as I share..openly and without reservation...and with integrity.
Sometimes that is not true. Sometimes people will whisper words your heart longs to hear...even if they don't really mean it. "You are beautiful." "You are caring." "You are special." "I need you." "I love you." I don't believe that they always intend to hurt you...I do believe they are feeding their own need....without considering the cost to others.
So...I'm begging...for me...for every other person on this site...for each and every one of us trying so hard to heal...to grow...to love...to trust....please...don't use words you don't mean. If you love someone...tell them...but mean it. Don't whisper words of love when you are only seeking to hear them back...not to give the full value of the words. Love is a gift...a beautiful gift of sharing...of giving...of receiving. The act of love is even more precious and private.
Love is a tremendous pool of energy that we constantly fill simply by the act of loving. It never decreases...only continues to fill and flow out into everyone who is open to it. When I find love...I want it to be exactly that kind of love...passionate, giving, fulfilling, replenishing. I do not expect it to be perfect...I fully expect to have days we will disagree...and we will work through those days together...so that we can continue to be giving...loving...healthy...together.
If you love me...you do not need every other woman here to love you. If you love me...you want me to know you love me...not to wonder if you are real. If you love me...you want my happiness as much as you hope I will want yours. And if I love you...I want the same things for you. That is how I see love.
But...if you don't love me...never tell me you do. I believe your words. I depend on you to be honest. I depend on truth and trustworthiness. Never tell me what you don't really feel. Never lead me to believe. If there is doubt in your heart...don't whisper those words to me....or to anyone...you do not know which heart you are breaking...or how far it is from the bottom of the well.
When you blog...I beg you...to do it responsibly. Don't choose a path that could lead to hurting one or more people....choose a path of truth, integrity, giving...and love.
I love you all....and I hope you find...all that you search for.
Ari | |
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| Where does meat come from? |
Nov 10, 2007 5:48 am
1100 Views | As a young woman, I chose to become a vegetarian. I really didn't like meat and preferred not to eat it. When I got pregnant with my daughter, I had some issues with insufficient protein...it was the only time in my life I actually loved peanut butter...and eventually the doctor and my husband pushed me into eating meat for the baby. As time passed, it seemed simpler to just...eat what I was already cooking for the rest of my family, but I still am not very fond of meats.
In Colorado it is not uncommon to meet people who are vegetarians, but I moved to Idaho...the land of hunting and fishing. Here..if you go to dinner at a friend's house...you don't know if you'll be eating deer, elk, moose, buffalo, fish...or something even more esoteric. I don't like the taste of deer...at all. Elk is ok, if it was well-hunted. Buffalo is not bad. I've managed not to eat moose or grouse so far...lol...but I'm sure I will eventually try it.
I'm very much a pacifist. I think about the only creatures I have killed in years are mosquitos...and most of the time even that is not intentional. I usually get someone else to get rid of the bugs...or call an exterminator. I've never willingly killed an animal, and I'd prefer to keep it that way. The idea of physically taking a life disturbs me on a very deep level.
My sister, on the other hand, fits right into the area. She and her husband recently bought a house farther out of town and they decided that they needed...animals. She now has goats, a steer and heifer, chickens, her hunting dogs, and I forget what else. She tells me fresh eggs taste better. I guess I'll be finding out since she brought me a dozen of them. All of the animals they bought are intended to be...food. That's pretty common in the area. People often buy half of a cow intending to have it butchered. I would buy the cow and fall in love with it and it would live to a ripe old age while I went hungry.
So..my stories today are about Ronda...and her.. food. Ronda's husband has been working in Arizona for the past six weeks so she's been...doing what needs to be done. She recently found that she had an "egg-eater" in her chicken coop. As she explains it...an "egg-eater" is a chicken which breaks open eggs and eats them. I never knew chickens were cannibalistic. Since the "egg-eater" can eat a huge amount of the daily supply of eggs, it becomes imperative that you find and eliminate it.
Anyway...Ronda went out to gather eggs one day...and found her "egg-eater". The chicken was pecking eggs and eating them faster than Ronda could gather them. Ronda said she was pushing her away and the chicken would race right back in and eat another egg. Now Ronda doesn't share her eggs...lol... So eventually she got mad, grabbed the chicken by the leg, hauled it outside and cut its head off. Ordinarily she'd have caged it and waited for her husband to get home and kill it.
I'm listening to this story feeling vaguely sick at the description of how she killed the chicken...and how it will make a great dinner...thinking about what goes into the food I eat. That's more than a little disturbing to me...the idea that my dinner was once alive. Ronda, of course, is enjoying the look on my face. So she tells me that she had gone hunting a couple of weeks ago....and she got a deer.
She actually shot and killed the poor innocent deer who did nothing worse than cross her path. Most hunters know that as soon as you take the deer down, you need to gut it. So Ronda got her trusty hunting knife and cut the deer open....and then she realized that she'd never gutted a deer before. She had hunted before...and taken deer and elk...but her husband had always gutted the animals. He was a long way away in Arizona. She knew you had to make a few cuts and everything would just...fall free...but she wasn't sure where to cut. So she called her husband's best friend, who came out and taught her how to do the job.
The stories were funny, but they were making me quite ill. I might eat the meat...but I don't want to think about what it went through prior to being on the table. Ronda was laughing at this point..."What...you think a cow just poops and you have a steak?" She's laughing as she walks around making sounds of...well... My sister is mean...and twisted...we call her Twisted Sister....
I think I'll go back to fruits and vegetables...trees don't poop....lol.... | |
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| Right Brain/Left Brain |
Nov 8, 2007 11:14 pm
1272 Views | I'm struggling with myself tonight. Do you ever argue with yourself? I seem to do it all the time. One half of my brain is always making fun of the other half.
You know, in the past two years, I've just about laid my life right open here. I've written my history, my beliefs, my dreams; I've written all my deepest thoughts. I don't seem to worry if anyone thinks I'm nuts...I write what I believe in...what I sense...what I feel...the memories that race through my mind...the knowledge that lives deep in my heart. And then...I sit here alone and tear it all apart.
What if you are a fruitloop?
Maybe I am.
Maybe? I'd say there was about an 80% chance of it.
Could be. But we have to believe in something.
Believe you are a fruitloop. It's more logical than believing people live over and over. Look how many people don't believe that.
Yeah, so? They could be wrong. They could be right...for them. Maybe it is what we believe it is.
Yeah...right. And there's really a tooth fairy.
Are you making fun of my sister? I just know...deep inside...that there's so much more than people feel comfortable seeing.
Or do you just want there to be?
I don't know. I just don't know. I know I believe it.
Does that mean I have to?
Well...duh...lol...hmmm...
Do you really believe that people have soul mates?
I do.
Do you really believe you can find your soul mate time after time?
Yes.
It's illogical.
Life is illogical. The idea that we exist...is illogical. What are the odds against us ever becoming? What are the chances that this form of life..that sentient beings happened to come into being...and...as far as we know...on one planet? That we live our sixty or seventy or whatever years...and we die...and we're just gone? No way. That's such a huge leap...and totally illogical.
Ok...I'll give you that. But then...why?
It has to be something more. It can't be so...trivial. If all that life is...is this...brief span of moments...for no real reason...I don't want to live. I don't want to have lived the life I've lived...for so little. There's a reason we go through pain. There's a reason we laugh and cry...and even die. There's so much more...or there's nothing.
But love? What does love..or a soul mate...or any other person....have to do with it?
Can't you see...if there's more for me...there's more for others. The reality is...it can't be so small for anyone. It can be what they choose it to be...but why would you choose to live....for no reason? If all I'm going to do is die and go to heaven or hell...I might as well stop working right now and just wait to die. I can't believe in that. I believe we are meant to learn...to grow...to change...to develop. And I believe it for every one of us. And if we are...we have to be part of something more...something bigger...families...communities...souls who meet for moments out of time. I think there is somewhere else we go when we are not here...and our real lives are there...and what we call a soul mate...or a soul sister..or whatever...is a person who is a part of our real life....a person we are attached to...for our real lives...which are much longer than the brief span of time we spend here.
I'll have to think about this...I just..hope..you aren't setting yourself up to be hurt.
And the chances are that I could be. It's a risk I have to take. I want it all. I don't want to live...for no purpose...I've had the bad...I remember...the good...and I want it. I want the love and the passion and the hunger....I want to experience it fully...not just feel it...not just know it...but to taste it. Anything less...is a life wasted. | |
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| Need Some More Guy Help.....PLEASE!!!!!!!!!! |
Nov 8, 2007 10:38 pm
1096 Views | Almost bedtime. Dang...I could use it tonight. Work was wonderful...I got harassed...that's good enough for me.
I came home and got to work on my cabinets. We are making the lower cabinets from heavy duty plywood and facing/lining them in oak plywood. The wood is nice, but nothing great. I looked at it tonight and decided to test some stain. When I was done with my test, I needed a trip to the hardware store.
After I got home, I worked the stain into the wood and watched in awe as the grain just popped. I love how it looks. I love the way I can almost feel the grain in it...visually. My oak is now stained a beautiful golden oak and I absolutely love it. I can't seem to stop looking at it. Now that I can see the tile...and see what the cabinets will look like...I'm getting excited...really excited. Faster, faster, you fool, you fool...lol...
So this one is for you guys who know something about woodworking stuff...since I am a dork and don't know snot. Well...ok...I know snot...I don't know wood....yet. When I have all the wood stained...is it better to use a polyurethane clear coat over it...or to use tung oil and do a hand rubbed finish? My preference is to use the oil and preserve the texture and feel of the wood...but since I'm working in the kitchen...where there will be moisture and humidity...I wasn't sure which way to go. So...advice...please...help....
Get your hineys in here and help a poor innocent nincompoop figure out how to do this well....Y'all guys know this stuff...I'm just a girl..lol.....
And...just in case y'all think that made for a busy night...I also did the homework for another chapter in my accounting class. And now I'm pooped...lol...
So..onward and upward....
And by the way...I would like to thank you guys for all the advice you give me. When my house is all finished (which will be the seventh of never, I'm thinking)...y'all are invited for a barbecue in my backyard...so I can show you what a WOMAN can do...with a few sweet words from you guys. | |
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