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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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| A Puppet to its Master - Poetic Challenge #4 |
Apr 26, 2007 7:55 pm
1324 Views | Your zealotry amazes me
As you pull on the strings
Unlike the other puppeteers
You don’t wait in the wings
You call the tune they’ll answer to
But you don’t give a damn
I’ve heard you whisper in the night
“I’ll show them who I am.”
You think the world’s unfair to you
I really can’t agree
You choose the path you walk upon
If only you could see
Rages lashes them with anger as
You utter whips of fire
And count your coup, the score you keep
Climbing ever higher
You say we’ve all abandoned you
And that we’ve let you down
I think reality has lapsed
You’ve turned it all around
Rhapsodic words you’re whispering
Into nobody’s ear
The nuances reveal a mind
That is no longer clear
A kindred soul you’re searching for
I wish she could be found
Another who is half-alive
With one foot in the ground
You wrench the strings you’re clinging to
Demanding our defeat
Still clutching marionettes that
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| Not Computer Friendly |
Apr 25, 2007 8:33 pm
1348 Views | I'm pretty sure our IT guy wants me dead....or at least a reasonable facsimile of it. Several weeks ago, they issued new computers throughout the company. Because we operate on a server that pushes our software down from Calgary, all software is scripted to work on the system. The scripting doesn't always work well....or is that me?
With the new computers, we also got Office 2003. Our standard software package includes basic office. My package also includes PowerPoint, Access, Project, Adobe Writer, and a number of SAP modules. Whenever we get a new system, the basic package automatically downloads, but we have to take our time downloading the special software we use. It can take several hours to get it all set up.
So, I log on my new computer (several weeks ago) and wait for the basic package to download. And then I begin downloading my specialized programs. It's going rather slow, but it makes good reading time while I wait. Finally, I am done. I reboot my system and it starts right up. Wow, works great. It's nice to finally have the same software at work that I have at home. Right up until I try to scan an invoice into Adobe.
I finally figured out how to get the new scanware program working and I scan the document. A message comes up. "This system sucks and has to reboot." Oh...sorry...it said that I needed to be an administrator to install Access. Excuse me? I already installed Access. I'm not an administrator. Must be a Microsoft fudge-up.
I click on the cancel button. Well, I'll be danged. There it is again. Hmmm. This time I click on the little x in the corner. Holy smokes, it's back again! What's up with this garbage? So I click and click and click and can't get rid of the "I'm a moron" box.
At this point, the nice sledgehammer on top of my desk is looking very attractive. I call the IT specialist. He's rather busy. Well ok, but my boss isn't going to like it if I spend all day clicking this stupid button. Fine, he'll be right over. (I work for a rather important manager.)
He can't fix it either. He spent more than an hour arguing with my computer. At one point, I asked him if he wanted to pay someone to kill me. (This is NOT my first run-in with the computer system, but the last one took more than a year to resolve.) He denied wanting to pay someone...said he wanted to do it himself...and post a sign in the parking lot saying, "I did it, courtesy of Microsoft." I thought that was rather rude.
He finally disconnected the power source, unhooked the cpu from the monitor and gave me another new computer. I was under strict orders not to touch Access. Well fine, but then you better pay my royalties for me.
Today, I asked him when I could download Access. He was surprised that I had actually obeyed him and not downloaded it. He said, "Go ahead and do it, but WAIT for it to download. Don't get in a hurry, don't keep clicking the button to make it work, don't do anything. Just wait." As if. Honestly. So I did. And I did it his way. And it went smoothly. I told him so. You are the God, bubba.
Until I tried to scan an invoice into the system. That damn box came back. So, I called the IT God and said, "I need you to come look at something, if you have a minute." I thought he was going to faint.
THIS TIME, he called Calgary and they told him they are having lots of problems with Access. (Hmmm, does that mean it WASN'T my fault?) After a couple of hours of fighting with my computer, he told me to take a vacation for the rest of his career. He even offered to sign the vacation request form. I asked if I could borrow his boat while I was on vacation and he just about yelled, "NO!" I don't understand that.
I told the HR Advisor (one of my closest friends) that he was abusing me. Her boss said it was about time someone had the nerve to give me back my abuse. What's up with that? I am such a sweet, angelic little thing. (Excuse me, I have to be sick.)
I asked him if he wanted to use my sledgehammer on my computer. He just gave me this really sick look and said, "No, I think I'm going to use it on the operator." At that point I went home.
I value my life. | |
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| Visual Migraine |
Apr 24, 2007 9:18 pm
1345 Views | May 22 my daughter will be 24 years old. I was thinking the other day about all I went through to have her, but that's another story. As I thought through the pregnancy, I remembered that it was then that I began to slowly go blind. At least, that's how it felt.
Most of you know that I am blind in one eye. No big deal except that my greatest fear is of one day being blind. I was probably four months pregnant when I began to experience periods when my vision was obscured. It was like having a fog over your glasses, blocking part of your vision. Only, I didn't wear glasses...or contacts. This was my eye.
A section of my vision would go grey and opaque. I could see over or around it, but not through it. Sometimes it would be the top half of my vision, sometimes the bottom or a side, sometimes just a random section. It only lasted 30 or 40 seconds, but slowly the periods increased; and as they did, I would find that the grey would go away, but then it would come back in another area.
Lots of specialists had no answers whatsoever. They had no reason why my vision was so sporadic. And it simply got worse. It got more frequent, it got longer lasting, it got more frightening.
Five years ago, two incidents occured that forced me to get another opinion. After all, it had been 18 years since I'd had all the massive tests done. The first happened in a Target store. I can laugh about it now, but at the time I was terrified.
I was walking down an aisle and happened to glance at a rack of books. Perhaps that was a saving grace for me because I almost immediately lost my vision. Totally. No vision. I couldn't see a thing and I was terrified of people knowing. I didn't want to be vulnerable; I didn't want to be laughed at; I didn't want anyone to know I was in trouble. I clumsily reached for a book and opened it, hoping it would look like I was just reading it.
It was about fifteen minutes before my vision came back. It was worse to realize that I had somehow gotten the book upside down. If anyone had noticed me, they must have thought I was a nut, reading the book upside down. I have to tell you, it scared the hell out of me.
The second happened a couple of months later. I lived in Fruita (a suburb of Grand Junction) and drove 101 miles from my house to my store (which was next to Miss Kelly's shop) in Glenwood Springs. My daughter worked at the Blockbuster in Glenwood, so she was with me. She probably saved my life.
I was driving down the highway between Fruita and Grand Junction, accelerating to jump on I-70 when I lost my vision. I was doing between 60 and 65 miles per hour. From the passenger seat, my daughter steered my Firebird off the road and sat holding on to me. I was crying because I'd just realized I could have killed both of us. She didn't have a license and I had to drive us to work after my vision cleared up. Fortunately, the blindness usually didn't come back twice in the same day; but I could see that it was accelerating.
I scheduled an appointment with a Neurolgist who ordered two MRI's on my brain. They were cross-sections of the entire brain, done from front to back and from side to side. I had to have dye injected to show specific locations clearly, and I had to be seriously medicated so I didn't panic at being in that tiny narrow tube.
When they finally arrived at a diagnosis, it was a medical condition I had never heard of, visual migraines. I was pretty stunned; I never had a headache with the blindness, I didn't get nauseated, I didn't have any of the symptoms of a classic migraine. At the time, it was considered a pretty rare condition...only 2% of the population was known to have it. That has since changed.
From EyeMD(.)com....
Visual Migraine is a condition of temporary visual disturbance caused by vascular spasm in the brain, without the headache. In this case, the vascular spasm results in decreased blood flow to the occipital cortex, or that portion of the brain associated with vision. This is often associated with the sensation of a "shimmering light" in the peripheral vision, blurred or distorted vision, or flashing and pulsating lights in the peripheral vision. Because this condition is not associated with disabling headaches, it is not usually treated.
I read a lot of similar information about visual migraines. I will tell you this. If you have visual migraines, and particularly if you find they are increasing, do NOT accept this answer. Five years ago, my neurologist put me on Verapamil, which is usually prescribed for high blood pressure. Because I have low blood pressure, my dosage had to be monitored for several weeks to ensure that it didn't drop too low. He thought I would be off the medicine within six months. It hasn't worked out that way.
Every time I go off the medicine, within a month the visual migraines are back. With the medicine, I never have one. In the state of Colorado, your license can...and should be...revoked for having a medical condition which may tend to limit your ability to drive safely. Had I refused to take the medication, my doctor fully intended to report the condition to DMV and have my license revoked. Instead, I have continual vision for the first time in 24 years.
I don't worry about losing my vision in the stores, I don't worry about losing my vision while I'm driving, I never have to be scared that I could kill myself or someone else while driving. The verapamil ensures that the vascular spasms simply don't happen. A secondary effect of the verapamil is that my regular migraines, which were very rare, have now ceased.
If you have this condition, see a really good doctor, not someone who tells you to just live with it. You may not. Get the treatment you need....it's so very simple.
I am not a good patient. I do not willingly put any kind of drug or medicine in my body. I will never miss a dose of my verapamil. It keeps me from being blind for any amount of time. The visual migraines occur with almost no warning. What could you be doing when your vision disappears? | |
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| Be Careful What You Ask For............. |
Apr 23, 2007 10:21 pm
1241 Views | I had my performance eval a month ago at work. There were no surprises, he pretty much used my self-eval...almost word for word. I know my own flaws.
I had also requested a peer eval with the other accountant in our Finance Department. It's always a good thing to touch bases with your co-workers and get their feedback on how responsive you are, how they feel you are doing. I was actually surprised at how well that one went.
While I was meeting with my co-worker, I mentioned that in the two years I've had the job, I have felt like there simply isn't enough work for three accountants. I have been creating my own work for a large part of the time. He still wasn't much in to sharing the load.
This town tends to go in boom and bust periods. Sometimes the mines close down for several years and there is no real work. People have a need to prove they are the most important and valuable employee in the department so that they won't be the first person to go when layoffs come. I have news, bud. I will be first. You've been there nearly twenty years. I've been there two. Share the load.
Since he wasn't so receptive, I had the same discussion with my boss in my eval. I told him I love my work, love the freedom I have to make my own work...which has resulted in some very improved processes, but I'm also bored and feeling quite superfluous. I need to be challenged. I need to be busy. I need to be learning.
Don't ever do this at home. Never, ever...don't do it. I'm begging you. I can't make this observation any clearer than this. DO NOT DO THIS AT HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He told me I was in no way superfluous and that the company was delighted with my performance, my innovations, my ability to entertain myself (ok, to continue to find ways to stay busy and productive). However, in the interests of keeping an employee he doesn't want to lose, he will be happy to give me more work.
I've gotten three new reports to do monthly. In fact, he doesn't even teach me how to do them, he hands them to me and lets me "dig into them". Actually, it's how I learn best. I know when to ask for help. Mostly I get to learn where to find the data, how to manipulate the SAP (accounting) system, and how to be even more self-reliant. He has also appointed me to spearhead two new systems that are being pushed out of our head office in Calgary. I love that.
But...I'm now so busy I don't have time to lift my fingers off my keyboard. At least before I could take a nice nap in my office...... | |
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| The Woman in the Mirror |
Apr 22, 2007 11:18 pm
1239 Views | It was cold today, bone-chilling cold that wraps itself around your toes and clings to each pore of your skin. Rain early in spring is often this cold and it can be difficult to warm my heart when the skies are so gray. I love the rain, but this rain reminds me of last week’s snow; as if it longs to drop those frozen crystals over me once again. It’s been a long winter and I am eager for the freshness of newborn trees and flowers. We have such a short growing season here.
One way I’ve found to warm my house on this kind of day is to start a pot of stew or soup. I made split pea soup today; homemade. The scents filling the house helped to warm it; the stove did more. It’s not that I don’t want to turn the heat up, but the chill is more within me than without. The second way is to take a long hot bath or spend an absurd amount of time in a steaming shower. So I did.
The tile is so cold on my feet; I put a towel on the floor to keep from feeling it….and from slipping when I step out of the water. I am shivering with cold as I wait for the shower to heat. It takes a minute to put out nice hot water. When I can see a bit of steam rising from the water, it is time to step in and feel the soothing droplets run over my skin. Water soothes me; calms my soul and brings me peace. If I could live in the shower or the tub…mmmm….
There is a mirror in my shower. It isn’t there because I wanted it, but it came with a shower rack I installed a couple of years ago. I often have too many bottles of shampoo, conditioner, cleansers; I needed more room to keep them organized. Once I’ve felt the water warming my skin, I turn and my eyes catch the mirror. I never look in the thing, but today I am drawn to it; looking into my own eyes; tired, bloodshot from lack of sleep, hurting from pieces of the world I’ve allowed to touch me too closely. I can’t quite look away; it’s amazing how much we can glean from a look in someone’s eyes….even our own.
I stare into my own eyes and visit the woman hidden behind them. She’s someone whose soul I don’t dare to touch very often. I can see the broken dreams that linger; hopes she once had that she never saw through. It’s not too late, I want to call to her. I wonder if she is listening. I can see the fragments of the life she is gathering around her; scattered pieces of a world that often makes little sense; just live it, one day at a time. As the mirror clouds with steam from the heated water, I can see the dreams she still cherishes protected in a tiny corner of her heart. I can feel the need she has to share those dreams, I can walk within them. I should be able to. She is me; but she is that tiny part of me that I often push to one side in order to carry on with the business of living.
I take the shampoo bottle and pour a bit into my hands. I never use soap on my skin, rather I use the shampoo. I like how it leaves my skin feeling. As I scrub my skin, my mind continues to wander within myself; and soon, I can feel you. Your hands touch me softly with fingertips as gentle as raindrops. As I massage my hair into a rich lather, I can feel the tiny touch of lips brushing the back of my neck. It sends the slightest electrical charge through me and I am attuned to your movements behind me. I know you are not present; but I can feel your soul reaching out to mine; sharing a moment in time.
My hair is thoroughly tangled by now and I put the conditioner in it, beginning to run the brush through it to remove the knots. You take the brush and gently smooth my curls until they are pulled nearly straight from the water running through them. As I put the brush back on the rack, I can feel your hands lifting the hair from my back and your lips run rivers down my spine. I always wash and condition my hair twice; it’s how I keep it so shiny and soft. Your fingers replace mine as the bubbles run down the tub; your fingers running through my hair.
In my heart, I can feel the moment changing; the room heating with the sudden flare of passion as I think of how I would love to touch you; fingernails softly scraping your skin as they run down your back, tracing the contours of your spine. Lips whispering butterfly kisses as soft as a summer’s breeze over your shoulders; heated skin brushing heated skin until there is no alternative but to lose me in you…and you in me.
The woman in your arms, back arched to offer all to your questing lips. Your body, eager for my touch, responding to my fire. Your need, lost in mine, and back again until nothing remains….but a memory…and a dream. | |
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| Missy anal |
Apr 22, 2007 7:31 pm
1387 Views | Kelly calls me Missy anal. I’d like you to decide which one of us the name really fits. So that you can make that choice fairly, I’ll tell you a little about both of us.
I am just a little bit OCD (Obsessive-compulsive). I like things the way I like them…and I like them ORGANIZED. I like my canned vegetables organized by type and then in alphabetical order; I like my spices in alphabetical order; I like my books in alphabetical order by author…and then by the year the book was published. I like things organized.
I like to know what everything means…every possible meaning. So, I analyze it to death. It’s a personal characteristic. I can’t leave anything alone until I’m sure I know just exactly what it meant. I analyze everything, including my bills, the news, the book I just read, the conversation we had last night in bed. I don’t think I can ever change that.
Missy anal…Missy analyzer. Kelly’s name for me.
Kelly on the other hand is not the kind to analyze things to death. She won’t…it just is. BUT…the name fits her better than it does me.
The other day, Kelly called the Fairy Hotline. That’s what she calls it when she calls me. In the past several months, I’ve pretty much cut myself off from almost all outside contact. I don’t call, don’t much respond to emails, don’t blog…I don’t even go out often. I’ve just isolated myself. Sometimes I do that when I’m trying to figure out my world…my life. So, Kelly called.
In the midst of our conversation, she says, “Oh, I need to schedule my crap for 4:44 on Monday.” You could have heard a pin drop. This Missy anal analyzes words, quickly, efficiently, often horribly.
“You need to schedule your crap?”
“Yes, I have to do this at 4:44 Monday.”
“Um, Kel. Most of us just go when we have to; we don’t bother to schedule it.”
I love when she makes that gurgly giggle sound. At first you aren’t sure she’s giggling and then it just rolls out of her.
“You are so funny.”
“So, the yardsale you were talking about? You going to sell your crap, too? First you schedule it, then you sell it?”
“Well it’s not like I give a crap.”
“Hmmm, maybe you should give a crap. I think you’ve crapped out. I’m thinking all that crap on your table for the yardsale….well, most of us don’t store it on the table.”
“Oh crap.”
“Sorry, it’s not Monday yet; you can’t.”
You can imagine the rest of the conversation. And Kelly….when it comes to anal….I’m really not interested in other people’s crap…that would be you. Lol……. | |
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| He Made a Choice |
Apr 22, 2007 7:04 pm
1075 Views | This week my heart hurt. I walked into the week eager and smiling, ready to take on any surprises. I left the week wounded and aching in pain from the deaths of so many innocent people. I don’t like to watch the news, so often it tears at my heart until I feel like I am drowning in the depths of other people’s pain.
It might not have been quite so bad for me except for how it was approached in the news. I don’t understand why we can’t simply tell the story…this is what happened, let’s move on. Instead, it is all there is on every channel. At least, that’s how it felt to me.
It wasn’t even that they couldn’t leave it alone, although I was very tired of hearing the same story over and over again. Once was enough to break my heart. I won’t tell you what station I heard it on, it’s enough to know it’s a channel I don’t like and prefer not to watch. There were three incidents on that newscast that simply shocked me to my core. Three very simple incidents, but each one was worse than the one before it…from my perspective.
The first was a single sentence, I think it was during an advertisement for their station. “We don’t just report the news; we make the news.” Excuse me? I thought news was just that…events that happen that you report to the rest of the world. Exactly how far do you go to “make” the news? I found that single statement shocking. I already don’t care for this channel because I find their reporting and their supposed “interviews” to be one-sided; often with commentators talking over guests in order to ensure that their point gets across and no one else’s. I’d rather hear both sides and make my own decision, thank you. What you think is up to you, but what you put forth as truth should be truth…not your opinion.
The second incident was when the station played a tape of what it sounded like outside the building where so many people were being killed. I wasn’t watching the news, it was just on in the background. I was listening to it as I studied. I cried when I heard that. The only possible purpose for playing it was to shock everyone listening and watching. I didn’t need to hear that, I was already hurting for all the people who had been killed, injured, and traumatized by this man. I cried because it made it even more real for me; suddenly I could feel the fear that must have rolled over that campus as this horrible event took place. I cried because I couldn’t imagine how each of these people must have felt when they heard the first gunshot….and then they didn’t stop. Even worse, how they felt when the gunshots finally did stop. I cried and I couldn’t stop for a very long time.
The third incident really symbolized what I think the news has come to. A young girl was talking about a friend who had been shot. The friend had been operated on and the girl was saying that she had lost a large part of her kidney function….I think I remember that part right. The reporter asked for the friend’s name and the girl gave it to her. The reporter asked if the friend’s family had been notified. I just wanted to yell…”Well if they haven’t, they have now.” I was shocked at how demanding and irresponsible the reporters were at wanting just one more piece of information. I guarantee that had it been me, the girl would no longer be a friend of mine. If it had been my daughter or my relative hurt in that incident and I learned of it through the news, I would have been terrified and devastated.
Privacy is scarce in today’s world. It seems that the news not only doesn’t respect our privacy, they encourage others to step on it as well. Instead of reporting a story, they work it to death until we would give anything not to hear it again. Each and every one of those people injured or killed this week, in any incident, deserves better than that. Leave the dead their privacy.
The last thing I’d like to say is this; I can already hear people crying out at how mistreated this man was. So were many of us. We did not pick up a gun and kill other people. He made a choice. While I can sympathize with the pain he felt, it does not in any way justify or explain the actions he took. He made a choice. We can choose to be better, stronger people in spite of our pain; we can choose to let it rip at us until we can’t function any longer; we can choose to allow it to control us…to become even more hurtful than those who have hurt us. I do not believe that it just reaches a point where we have to respond this way.
How many of us here have been hurt; abused, beaten, made fun of, raped, molested, cruelly treated over and over again? How many of us? We each bear scars from our past. I have been each and every one of those things…each and every one; and so have many of you. I cannot imagine using a weapon as a solution. And in the end, all it solved was to end his pain. He is dead. How many of his victims were even the people who had mistreated him….and how many were simply innocent people in the wrong place at the wrong time?
Don’t justify this man’s crimes by believing anyone pushed him to commit them. He made a choice. | |
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| I Am… |
Apr 16, 2007 6:30 pm
1408 Views |  | I am the storyteller
Destined to speak
Of strengths to be gained
By those who are weak
Of choices we make
When paths come to meet
Of lives intertwined
A single heart beat
Come closer and listen
Such tales I would share
Moments of promise
For all those who dare.
I am the web spinner
Chosen for skill
Wrapping the fibers
For good and for ill
Twisting the cable
Your feet dance along
Which path is taken
The right or the wrong
Setting the patterns
Which make up your life
Those that bring pleasure
And those bringing strife
I am the dream weaver
Keeper of hope
Testing the future
Within safety’s rope
Beacon of brightness
Truth walks in my light
Dispersing the shadows
Which linger at night
Waking and longing
A soft lover’s kiss
Gentle reminders
Of all you would miss
I am the wind singer
Life’s lullaby
Fitting in cadence
To all you would try
Whispered enchantment
The touch of a hand
Tormented anger
Sheers delicate land
Twisting convulsions
Hot passionate need
Master of making
You feel a heart bleed
I am the rain dancer
Sweet song of peace
Washing the heartbreak
Until it does cease
Silence’s patterns
Rewritten anew
Childhood’s remembrance
The taste of the dew
Torrents of lonely
Are laid at my feet
Swept into waters
To make you complete
I am the fire bearer
Blazing with life
Seared to forgetting
The hot branding knife
Roiling with hunger
A scintillant feed
Upon those whose passions
Inflame them with greed
Molten and liquid
Pulsating through veins
Lapping with pleasure
At love’s new-forged chains.
I am the earth shaker
Holder of bones
Bearing the taproots
Wrapped round granite stones
Memories linger
Of lives gone before
Sharing the essence
With those seeking more
Partake of the feast
Of all that has passed
Chances not taken
And lives spent too fast |
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| Little Bear |
Apr 16, 2007 6:24 pm
1421 Views |  | Little Bear, the time is here;
Step into the light.
Your time has come to be.
The reasons for holding are no more.
Step out proudly; the first step is yours.
Truth must always be your guide.
With truth at your side, the power is within your grasp.
Use power wisely and well;
It is to be used for all who need truth, strength, and wisdom.
Sacrifices were made in the name of wisdom.
The sacrifices were accepted; the wisdom is yours.
Share it freely and openly
Dance, Little Bear, amongst the trees,
Their shadows shall entwine to shape tomorrow.
Immerse your spirit in the great water’s arms;
She will cloak you in whispers of stories untold.
Sink your roots deep into soil untainted,
Draw sustenance and strength from the bonding.
Lift your heart to the wind; let the sky color it with hope
And the breezes lighten its burden until it floats freely; serenely.
Your dreams will be forged in the depths of the fire,
Hammered to brilliant shine by the blacksmith’s skill.
By the purity of the morning dew, guide your words and your thoughts.
By the scent of raindrops, find your path.
By the sound of two hearts beating, step into the future.
The silence has ended, Little Bear;
Your’s and all others surrounding you.
Speak out of the past;
Speak out of the present;
Speak out of the future;
And by your speech
Promote growth and change,
Encourage enlightenment,
Build a foundation for the changes to come.
Yours the words to open ears
Yours the light to open eyes
Yours the power to shape and guide.
Walk in peace.
*A moment of awakening....and Little Bear welcomes the world..... |
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| And I Dreamt On |
Apr 16, 2007 6:21 pm
1277 Views |  | ….and so I dreamt….
and as I dreamt, walls began to appear
separating each man from his brother
each woman from her sister
and the walls were black with fear
and red with anger
colors drenching the walls
in the emotions of each man’s pain,
intolerance, and hate.
and as I dreamt, I began to notice
that some few walls had fallen
or become invisible
and some few people had come together
and the walls nearest them were not
colored with anger and fear
but were white with love
hands touched within these walls
spirits spoke and shared with one another
hearts comforted and none felt alone
or lost in the confines of his empty space
….and I dreamt on….
and as I dreamt, the wolf came to me
leaving trails of blood upon the sterile snow
pads bloodied with the haste in which she had come
and she spoke saying
“bide with me awhile
from each corner of the world
comes a speaker
hear their words
speak their truths”
and so I sat and waited with her
brushing the tangles from her hair
as she licked the blood from her feet
and then she slept with her head rested in my lap
and I waited
….and I dreamt on….
and as I dreamt, the wind lifted a tiny butterfly
until it rested on my shoulder
it whispered thanks to the speaker of the wind
and then it spoke slowly into my ear
“the time for change is here
each person must choose their path
but each must open the doors to his brother
each must walk their own road
but each must give in love
and hold his brother dearer than himself
the time of change is upon you
and you must open your heart wide
to embrace all that you do not
allow no anger to taint your heart
allow no sorrow to taint your soul
that which was, has been and is no more
that which is, is and cannot be changed
that which is to come, will be and the time
to prepare is now”
and the butterfly rested upon my shoulder
as I stroked the head of the sleeping wolf
and I waited
….and I dreamt on…
and as I dreamt, the earth opened before me
and arising from it was the great bear
it rumbled thanks to the lady of the earth
and then it turned slowly to me
it’s eyes gazed upon me with anger and I did quake in fear
“the good earth runs red with the blood of children
countless innocent have died in the name of hate
it was never meant to be so,
but ever has man demanded dominion over his brother
in the days when the earth was formed
it was planned that man should guard the earth with love
as a gardener guard his gardens
the earth was ever meant to be the greatest treasure
and yet men seek to destroy and kill all that walk it
many are the gifts given from the mother
yet man cannot cease seeking ever more
until he has destroyed his mother
and she is no more
the time for mending her has nearly past
and her gifts will be gone forever”
and the bear sat before me and tended his fur
and I waited
….and I dreamt on…
and as I dreamt, the snow beside me melted into a lake
and swimming in the lake was beaver
he chittered his thanks to the lady of the water
and then swam to the shore to sit beside me
his coat was covered with black oily tar and he sighed sadly
“in fear does man walk upon the earth
he has no tolerance for the differences of his brother
those things he should celebrate as a lesson
instead he loathes as a symbol of all that is wrong
those things he should encourage as the dawning of a new day
instead he decries into the depths of night
each chooses his path, yet chooses that his brother should not
have the ability to do the same
each longs to make all others in his own pattern
yet resists all efforts to effect changes in him
man has yet to learn that each must walk the path of their choosing
and each must face the final cost of his choice
in the day of his ending
no man has the right to judge his brother
nor yet to force his brother to his will”
and the beaver crept closer, allowing me to clean fear from his coat
and I waited
…and I dreamt on…
and as I dreamt, the tree beside bear burst into flame
and from the flames crept ember
she danced her dance of thanks to the greater fire
and stepped upon a fallen log to flicker before me
the heat grew as she ate deeper into the wood and spoke
“in love were you made and in love you are meant to dwell
share of yourself always and without fear
as you close yourself from caring
so too are you closed from the caring of the world
dwell not in the lost paths of yesterday
but grow and exist always in the seeds of tomorrow
if pain you give, pain will you receive
walk always with the silence of the spider
as she spins her web, so too shall you spin the days of your lives
expand the web until all are a part of each day
until all are a part of each moment
touch each life with the joy and love with which you have been touched
cast the embers of love so that they may burn where they will
and in their burning is the beginning of a tale of love
that you will never forget, nor ever destroy”
and the log upon which she danced burst into flame
I closed my eyes to the sudden brightness
and when I opened them
the dream was gone.
Walk in peace…walk in love.
*I posted this again because it's important to remember. Also, so that Kelly could look it over. I plan to have each of these totems carved into the doors of my cabinets when they are finished. I wanted Kelly to help me choose the figures I want to have carved.
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