Night memories

how to close a day, the sun sinking, will have to drive carefully as the dear little munchkins will be about, looking for sweet treats, i do love the many times i remember roaming the streets on this night years ago with brothers and sisters, the smiles and the clothing, moms would spend hours preparing for their little ones, imaginative they were, we were spies and gangsters and superheros back then, now they are zombies and the walking dead, times have changed, still there is much fun in going out, and as we grew older, oh the trouble we would cause, is a good thing there be a thing call "statute of limitations" at least for some of us, all good fun and still yet today the adventures we did have, that we shared, they bind us to those of our youth, and you can say do you remember when.. and with a smile bygones will be bygones and there be laughter again.. such is the cycle, looking up and moving on and remembering we didn't get here on our own, nor will we continue without the help of those we love and cherish so very much.

Let Them Fly

there is freedom in letting go, in the final moment when you say, i have done all i can, and it still didn't work, and it's not because you didn't try, because you know in your heart you did, but somethings just wont fix, no matter how you try, not when only one of you is doing the work, and the other has walked away, as much as the heart wants to hold on, there comes a day a moment when you say good bye and let the bird fly, you know it is time for when you do there is peace, some day they may return for a favor, a moment to reflect and perhaps not, but you know inside when it's time, and though there may ever be a place in your heart that they will reside, you really can let go and live again, can breath a sigh of contentment knowing that there are more hills waiting to be climbed in life, it takes two to make a relation, to make a friendship, it takes understanding and communication, two can not continue if they do not communicate and only one speaks, they do not share understanding, how can i know the you that lives behind the mask you let most people see, if i don't know your dreams, listen to your adventures and share with you mine, and how do i know when your dreams begin to change if i don't listen, if nothing is said the voice i once heard is merely the wind now softly blowing, you can only stand so long in the rain watching love through a window, finally realizing that that love will never come out to you, then the only right thing to do is turn and walk away, for there is a new day to find new adventure still waiting, warriors fighting together know each other, have shared food drink over table have told of tall tales and or romance, could they fight so well together if they never communicate, never shared time and adventure together? shared friends and friendships? they sit at a table and enjoy and share and grow and here they be friends, and each day now we lift each other and share and grow, and so adventures do await us everyday, so let us walk into this new day dawning together and grow like never before

Warriors and Friends

ah such sweet fun it has been sharing with you all for a time, so often wishing i could stay longer, but there must be a few things done here so that I can return and enjoy more time with all, so tis off for a time I am.. enjoy your afternoon and evenings, enjoy the friendships we have all come to find here and the love we share here as well, for such will last and such will hold us tightly together, the sparks of passion, exist not only in the love we make to our lovers, but that same spark ignites true and deep friends, friendship that are built on trusting and caring for others, sparkle as fountains under the lights, reflecting all the many colors and faucets of the love that existing among good and faithful friends, yes so many of you have become close to me, and i hope I am to you and though these be words on a screen, in a way each of you have become very much a part of my life, more then words, we laugh we talk we enjoy we share, such is the same was those that i know in that other realm in which we dwell and so it is always a pleasure to visit and often hard to walk away for a few, so again, enjoy the evening and the night ahead, be save always ♥

Mistress Work

ah she awaits her attention, the one that drives me each day, to do that which i do for the love and magic of creation, to work with hands and mind on the ways of wood, to turn something that is rough to that which is a pleasure to hold, my art is not of brush though I study and learn the ways of lines on paper, but my art is from the work i do each day and though at times she is a harsh mistress,
the end results do satisfy the soul... i read today that an artist takes pen, ink pencil and simply creates what drives them and as if by magic the work draws itself. The same is true of wood and stone, the image is there waiting to be released.. have a grand day my friends, be sure to enjoy some touch of magic in your life, either in love, in song, in the beauty of canvas or the work of a dance well done, so many avenues await that even in what we call our work there awaits the joy of creation..

Reflections

Written July 9 2012


a full and busy day this has been, but now can rest, looking back and satisfied that I have been i have done and now my day is fulfilled, now i can rest, the evening awaits a time of relaxing and being ready for the morrow.
But today was also a day of reflection, of fallen comrades, all having fought a brave fight and yet they/we all succumb to that final fate that awaits us. Do we live hiding from that day? or do we embrace everyday as if this is the last, to live to love to enjoy the beauty that surrounds us, to smile through when life seems to throw us a curve and we feel the pain that also come with life. Look to find joy in the beauty that surrounds us, the stars the sky the cool waters that refresh us giving us life, we are together to lift fellow warriors and warriorettes as we walk side by side, arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder. This life this way we have been given, is to short to live in anger and bitterness, let go those things that will only hold you down, look to your friends your family, we are here to lift to fight by your side should you need us. aye, we be all fellows creatures that walk and one day perhaps we will walk among those stars we gaze upon with such longing, we will fly with those might dragons of old, we will battle darkness as it try to take from us our joy, make your hearts merry for when there is life there is hope, love and joy...

Honor

so much for fun a games, the wall has new paint plastered well for all to enjoy, such beautiful art you all share and enjoy, they be here to enjoy to fantasies of days of old and new ones to come, of adventure and love, of gallant deeds done for no other reason then the love of fellow man, such were days of old and such should these days we have before us be, days of honor and love and joy, my your hearts be marry and may your swords stay sharp, may your dreams be rich with beauty and love and may you heart be full of the one you hold close..

Word and Sword

ok, that one just got deleted :) just didn't like the shape, sometimes my mind wanders and what i think might sound good in word, doesn't take shape and so I push, and make it into something it's not, much easier to just let the words flow were they would go, to night to day, sometimes they do wander and play, sometimes the strike the heart with thought, or turn that moment upside down, words can be fun, when exchanged with another, little laughing comments that make the other smile, words can portray mystery and love, terror and want, passionate words to build up king and queen and passionate words can break city walls, strong and might, the pen called mightier then the sword, yet they are just words on a page, to read and to feel if we dare to share the adventure of heart and love and way..

Ghost II

that ghost came visiting the other day and I finally had to draw the line, funny how once someone has gone they can still linger on, our imaginations hold tight to that hope, we are told when there is hope there is life, hope does motivate us, but the ghost once said when she was not a ghost, "if you don't feed love, love dies" and I have feed this need this desire all alone for far to long, but it will be no more, How do we distinguish between a real hope and one that is false? Is it perhaps as simple as, when only one has hope and they other none and is gone, are we just fooling ourselves into believing a lie. how hard we often cling to that which we can not have and miss the very thing that would heal and make us whole? self motivated hope for that which you can not have drags us from hill to mountain and so often it cast us down with out a care, yet with the merest of gestures from that object of desire, we return to the starting line and the circle begins again, we interpret a word a comment a gesture as more then it really is. How do you know when it is finally time? this i have no clue, for each must come to grips with what is real. There is hope and faith in things which will come to pass, this i can not deny, i still have hope, hope in life, in love, but this false hope I will chase no more, the hope that a ghost will one day return is no more, and time to lift my self from this bed i waller in and dust myself off and say there were some really good time, but time to go for the love has passed, as she once said, "love not feed, will die".. so here is to new hopes new friends new adventures ahead, good night my friends my fellow travelers in the realm, sleep well and deep and enjoy the dreams of joy, tomorrow is a new day and thee sun and day await with new adventures and jewels to find ♥

Racing

Crazy busy day, much to do, still much left, but there is a time you have to say, Stop! Enough! time to breath a little, dream a little, enjoy a little, we speed through days like today and look back and wonder where it went, gladly I can look back and at least see a few things were done, one of those days you pause and take the morning sip of coffee, you breath in smiling at the work to be done, looking out and watching the trolls going about their day, and with one last drink you set aside your cup and the next thing the day is done, you can scarce remember if you had lunch, but your belly doesn't feel empty, so surely there was lunch in there someplace, now the evening is upon me, and time to cast off line and let the evening breezes carry to where it will, chase the moon into the night and let the waves of the sea wash away the day of racing to accomplish..  and just what was accomplished, yes, the things that really matter are family friends and love..  business is what we do, family friends lover is who we are..

Laugh

was a good day to laugh, to enjoy friends, these changing days, often times they find us gathered closer together then summer and spring, when the nights chill still feels good, the summer days of heat behind, to sit and enjoy a good laugh till your eyes water, the tears of joy sneaking down your cheek, oh the pleasure of friendships, that we find here among this realm, such times as these will ever be cherished memories, they do make the heart lighter from days of work and toil, even when those days be hard, a heart can relax and know the joy of friendships, the love of family, the circle of friends, yes all these do bring us together to share and enjoy..

3000

I came here to post a few pics, share a few notes, wasn't really looking for anything more then just a place to write, to explore, no expectations, but without knowing why, after trying so hard everywhere, i finally found something that makes this place a pleasure, friends ♥ - we tag, we comment, we post, we laugh and cry, we share, we have grown i like to think, i know I have, after so much time of turmoil i finally found something that makes me smile again and that I can share not only here but with others in that other realm. Yes, i have enjoyed other life's within these lands, explored love, and all the other things we seem to find here in this wizards land, but most of those have been very private times, but here i enjoy sharing stories of adventures and of all that i see and have heard tale of, and you all make me so happy with your comments and how you care right back, it truly does lift me up, i have read notes and follow up notes, some of you have gotten to know each other better, and to me that means the world can be a very beautiful place at times. so here is my 3000 pic that i have posted and hopes to post many more, and many more notes, thank you all so very much for the love we all share together ♥ ♥ ♥

Bull

was a rather busy weekend, seems i land and am off on a tangent to a different realm, and no sooner does that adventure end when I must take up the banner to the running into the next fray, busy can be fun, but makes for a rather tiresome weekend, lots of walking, a train ride, I wanted to go horse back riding for some reason, perhaps it was seeing several out riding yesterday, was a simpler time then, perhaps food was a little more scarce, or perhaps took a little extra time to prepare, the night fires, the sounds of the wild, and then there were also the stars, for last night was clear and my mind raced far off into those worlds that might be, that could be, that we can only dream about, even yet my mind is a little scattered still racing around, trying to find that place of rest for the evening, was told it was organized chaos at times, smiles well sometimes that just life, considering this bull ride won for the day, but it was a glorious ride!

The Top

what a week, and such a sweet ending, the trek up the slopes often steep and fraught with peril, there were some times when it felt as though holding on with but fingertips, yet the week is now behind and the weekend lays ahead, there are just times when you have reached a peak, you have climbed hard all week and now your standing looking back across the way, do you marvel at this climb? this week behind? but the plans were laid, goals were set, a path had been planned and those places you thought often tough you did make it though, now for some time with friends family, but before, time to breath in deep, to soak in this world that waits, that spreads out before you, the adventures that await, more mountains will lay ahead, each with it's special adventures that await, each with a spectacular view waiting to behold, and the air will be clean crisp and the light of the remaining days will embrace you and with a sigh of contentment, yes, the world is right again..

Echos

places in our minds, of cities late at night, the citizens fast asleep streets deserted waiting for morning light, here two lovers will meet in the dark, their love forbidden by those that do govern this world, two married souls but not to each other, stealing away a few precious moments to hold the other, in silence their relation does exist, the secret so closely kept from those they know, not even they of this realm and city may know, but they do hold, comforting each other in hours of need. There be many such gatherings late in the night, those that seek answers to questions of life, when feeling cold and lonely from the weary ways of life, they come here to this realm with hope, long soft sigh, i had found such love to hold and treasure, and may never know such again, but friends i do hold close to my heart. The echo of footsteps bounce softly from the walls of the buildings around, a quiet soul passing through to new lands, soon perhaps the dawn will break and friends will meet, but sometimes even in the quiet of night, I know this heart is never really alone

Cliffs and Sand

tonight we take a walk along a rocky shore, the falls fill the air with the soft roar, the rocks though slippery still easy to traverse, the ocean waves crashing against the ledge below our feet, startled sea galls leaping from crevice and

nook, seeking a quiet place to rest and reflect, this life not so different at times then these shores, we often would want to simple feel are feet in sand, and the warmth of the sun, yet there are days when we must cross such rocky lands, We cannot dwell only in the past, aye these be memories that do keep our thoughts warm along with the thought of adventure ahead, but there is the constant moving forward, the time to grow, to be strengthened with new. there be more sandy beaches ahead, and there be dark nights as well, dark as when not even the stars seem to be able to pierce the night vale. But those be farther and farther apart, and though not every decision we make is as easy as a walk across the sand, some require improving our skills to muster a new goal, other will stretch us to our limits, aye, but that is life, and it makes life worth living, as they do say, "it is better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all" here is to love, to life, to fantasy, to days bright with victories.

Days End

July 9 2012

one last warrior has finally returned and I can now set my head to a time of rest ahead, pausing a moment to consider the day, and what perchance may lay in wait on the morrow. Though much was done this day to tame the beast we call life, tomorrows battles will be new and different from this days. Though often similar still there are the special demands that each would bring, each with their own weight of responsibility and load. But that is to be worried about tomorrow, tonight it is time to rest my head to take my leave of the burdensome pest that flitter like flies around my head. Time to turn my attention to the dreams that await me in sleep. Will there be battles fought and waged? Will there be the dancing of fairies of such rare and refined beauty. The night only knows and so I go to greet what the night has in store and wish you all pleasant dreams as well and may your dreams be the stuff of joy and pleasure tomorrow..

Trek

Written July 6 2012

The moon already bright as the night grows late, the ancient city resting in the valley below. To have traveled this far was frought with many perils and yet they had finally arrived, the mountains now behind, they had but to begin the final trek down the winding trail to those gates large enough to be plainly seen even from this far distance. Yet there await yet one more peril, one more beast that gaurds the entry and passage into this protected domain. One last beast of wing and tail, of tooth and claw, would we yet be able to fight the beast that others have failed to best? Carefully they wound their ways down the treacherous slope listening for any sound which might bring awearness to the coming terror. The with a sudden sweeping sound of wind from above they knew that this was the time....

Brook of Fantasy

what's your favorite time of day? for me there are so many, would be hard to pick out just one, from a nice warm bed at the end of a long day, that morning cup of coffee, or like right now, just time shared among friends, now is when the lights outside have begun to dim, and the days work is stored away for tomorrow, desks cleared, wood products out the door, the phones finally quiet for a time, yes, this is one of those great times, for at night when i lay down i am soon fast asleep, and when I stop to enjoy that cup in the morning, to often it ends up rushed, but here and now, no rush, just relax, suddenly after this day we take a moment by the river imagination, we dip our minds into sparkling water, we see shapes the seem to lurk in our mind that someone has finally put on canvas, we read words, and poems and see the heart of those that wrote, we settle down backs against a tree, and dip our feet into the clear brook, listening to the waters gurgle, the breeze behind, it's fall, colors changing, you glance afar to watch the fairies in their dance, knowing you watch them but are at a save distance, they flitter with their own joy of a day well done.  Sometimes it rest the heart to just watch, let the action just float by, our hands they had been full all the day, but now is the time of fantasy, of friends, of loved we share.. of the hearts we know and share. of great beast above that fill the air with the flap of leathery wing, of the coming night when we shall sleep as are friends that flies above watch over us. yes, this is one of those times when we reflect on the day.. thank you all for comments for caring, for just being you and letting me into your life even if just for a few.

Dragon's Jewel

Dragon's Jewel – Originally written around December of 2010

There was a knight, so long ago, sought a treasure of a special jewel.  He had an idea of what he was looking for, and often times thought well here or there.  There were times he thought he would catch just a glimpse of the jewel within a certain treasure won in battle, that certain sparkle, a flash, but when he dug deeper the jewel had again eluded him for he looked as a selfish man wanting only the riches and not the jewel.

Life took its course with the knight, he fought his battles, accumulated his treasures, all without much meaning, it was not that things came easy, now he fought most days for the wages he earned. There were days of victory and days he lost a few fights, lost some treasure, gained another,  but there was just something not there not right.  He thought long ago he knew what it was, just that jewel that eluded him, but he eventually let the dream go as just a myth, after all, he learned life is what it is.

But there was a day awaiting, it had been such a day as never before, weariness settled into his bones, another treasure lost though he had struggled so long to hold on, hard fought battles won, and lost, another endless cycle, but in the end another lose.  But even in his weariness he had glimpsed a sparkle there on the horizon.  Brighter and purer then any before, he had not thought to ever see such a sight, but there it was, then it faded away, only dancing in the corner of his eye.  He thought to himself, just a myth, life is better without such things, it would be but another false wish.  The knight was sad, so many things he had, things he had lost as well, but never that certain jewel to share, just the day-to-day struggles of a knight.  But wait, another flash, why? Sparkling golden was her hair, no he said to himself, his dream was long ago gone, it cannot be.

But the jewel continued to dance just within the corner of his eye, till it shown so bright, the Knight was bathed by the beauty, and suddenly it was his, the radiance the joy he suddenly felt, it was not from battle, nor from victory, it was a gift, and the gift was his to hold to cherish, to share.  Suddenly, his life had meaning, places he visited now seem new again, the colors brighter...and when the day came and the jewel kissed him, and his heart melted, and the cold lump, so long sore with pain, weary from the struggles of a life so plain, soared.  Soared as the mighty dragons of old, that would leap from mountain tops and spread their wings... for only love can make a dragon fly, the love of his jewel that he would carry within, treasured and loved.. This the knight knew the story of how dragons could fly when love fills their hearts, and this was the jewel he long to hold, that he too would fly the way of dragons, leaping with joy each time he felt the jewel so close...to soar through the skies above, how can a man, a knight have such joy, it can only come from the one true jewel, the one waiting for him, the one that a dragons must find that they may fly the skies together with the one they love.. and the one that this knight now knows.  He learned that he could look for endless ages to come, and never find such a gem, for the gem had found him and saved him for such is the way of dragon and jewel…

Weekend Gathering

Such a pleasant afternoon, office is quiet, time to have hunted for pics and explore the realm, to have stretched the imagination, to share with friends tales of the weekend, evening approaches, and soon a new week of adventure will be upon us, their will be battles to fight and giants to subdue, lessons to learn, but for now, there is peace, the peace of time spent with good friends, the peace that comes when you gather around an evening fall fire, to listen to the crackle of the flames, to watch as the shadows lengthen and the stars come on, to laugh and share, the fire warm the front and the coming night chills the back, yet we don't feel these things when we be all together, the fall wind rustle the dry leaves, and the sounds of nature fill the air, a squirrel barking warnings about impending danger to his friends and relatives, the rustle of a started deer that chanced upon your camp, these are the times we do share even if only in our mind, close your eyes for a moment, breath the coming fall air that surrounds us, the leave changing, the colors so bright, aye, the warm fire dances and reflects the delight of bright faces as we talk into the night..  sweet times my friends and am so glad we can share together.. <3

From the past

Just to let you all know, if your reading these for the first time, many are from the past several months I have been writing on a FB page, and I am consolidating these notes and pictures to this page, for to be found and read easier for one, and for my own reasons, I do enjoy writing them as well as reading them again from time to time to remind me of a time I felt like  ....    so please enjoy, and I hope you like..  thank you 

Passion

and some say that passion is gone, that there is the "quick fling between two" simply lust, then on to the next, passion deepens your relation with your mate, you bare your sole when you open yourself to your lover you make yourself vulnerable and you give yourselves trusting one another, the words the pictures the art this is all passion and i say passion still burns as a fire in the heart of man and woman passion waiting to spring forth as a blossuming flower, the passion for life for love for true friendships, these will carry us on when lust has died, passion needs to be freed from the lust so often confused for passion, freed in us all that we may truely grow and not be lost in lust that seems to surround us in the world today..

Written July 9, 2012

Ghost

been a head turning day, for the giants they did attack from all sides at times and so often it would seem they were about to over through the realm, but we battled them back and there is finally calm, just as it should be at the end of a long day, calm, and music time awaits, time with band and friends for the evening.. makes for a very pleasant ending on a long day. ahh, to dream, to lean back with your lover at your side under a night sky, beside a brook as the water would cascade across the rocks, the soft gurgling sound it makes that soothes the weary head, that gentle breeze that teases your body as you lay together watching the stars from their little points of lights, the talk is soft and gentle, and of the days adventures now past, and of the morning to come, and yet still laying here comforted under the stars with that sounds of night slowly claiming your as their own, the call of a night bird seeking their mate, hands clasped together as the occasional cloud does drift through the night sky above, tis blissful to be here with you my love, and yet it is only a ghost, a ghost from a long ago past, still the memories will ever reside in my head of nights we spent sharing thoughts and dreams, so now i share these thoughts and dreams with friends of this new realm, and what once a sweet dream between two, i know share with all of you, the dream of peace and rest at the end of each day, and days filled with adventure and battle that thrills the heart with joy and arms with strength, for here i do reside in the sweetest of realms, that of friends all around and to them i give my thanks and love

Jewel of Friendship

how long do we do the same each day, rise and shine eat and work, so often the same faces, the same chair, the same cat waiting to be fed, the hands of the clock ticking by one by one and we search for the next new thing to fill our lives, to pour joy into a seemingly bottomless pit, always searching yet rarely finding, most times it waits right in front of our eyes, but we fail to recognize that one thing that would make us complete, and so we go on and on, but i have found something that is so precious and keep my heart so full of joy and hope, that lifts me farther then any drug or drink, that gives me peace when i lay my head down at night and sleep, the precious jewel of friendship, the dear comments you leave, the pictures of your adventures abroad, and even at times when you do shed a tear that i might hold you for a moment and tell you your loved more then you know, just open your hearts and enjoy, for each night i do enjoy you all and thank you for letting me share even just a little in your life's your all very precious and dear

A Smile so Simple

You know, sometimes it's the little thing in life that matter more then the big, but we forget, so often looking for the "perfect" score, when at times a nod, a smile a friendly greeting is enough to tip someone day into something special, just saying thank you should be a ready word upon our lips, and the smile you give should come from your eyes not just your mouth. I remember many of my college days, i loved to walk then, still do today, but without warning a passer by would just smile, to me it said, "you do exist" and that just warmed my heart!! we walk by without saying a word to any one, rolling up our car windows against the chill or heat, glancing at others but yet not really seeing them, at least this is the way in the city, when i was in the country seem you couldn't hardly pass a car without them tossing you a friendly gesture, even if they didn't know you from adam. so this weekend, practice that smile, that hello that hey how are you, cause you never know when you will make a huge difference in someones life.. and thank you, thank you so much for enjoying these simple words i try to write each day, you all are all truly a blessing to me - <3

Friday Battles!

Good morning all!! those that be awake at least :) those that be in their afternoons already, what a great day to hunt that ever elusive beast, that might try to steal our smiles, off with their head i saw, smiles, cause someplace in this realm this world, someone is think about you and they are smiling cause they call you friend.

How We Fly

was walking earlier crossing streets, busy cars lights, people rushing to get where ever, I had spent the morning chasing my ships and finally taking a moment to find some nourishment, but i thought how nice to get away from all this RUSH! not just a vacation, but a time among the mountains, or on the oceans, a few close friends, the occasional drifting passer by that you can exchange current news with, for even the bible says it is not good for man to dwell alone, we spend so much of our time going, doing, not enough just reflecting, not enough just enjoying the friendships, we have to make that next mark that next goal, but are these the real goals in life? to have to hold to get to fulfill is wealth really a good goal? we hear that money doesn't buy happiness yet we presue it so diligently every day, only to realize how empty that want is, I had/have a friend that insist she could be happy in just a shack on the beach and i think they would be, (side note, she would still insist and keeps her little red car though :) ) but the idea of just letting it all go, do we really need to struggle so? but having done this so long how to let go? and of course there is always the food issue, and with winter coming on the warmth issue.. still, there is a longing in me for a simpler way. Now with politics, rat racing, gotta haves being  shoved down our throats every day, how do we decide what way to turn, which is the road that will actually gives us that longing fulfulled, not money, not a spectacular house, a vacation that only leaves wanting to have a vacation afterwards cause the vacation was to hard! Sighs, do we all long for something simpler or is it just me? i do have many dreams, to sail to fly, to build, yet i spend far to much time doing, making, getting, cause that's what i was raised to do, but some how someplace i will leave this race and say it is enough. time to let go and do what is in me to be done because "that is what i want to do" to survive, no more this "what i have to do" to survive. just some thoughts as i was walking across the street watching the cars fly by

End of Days

A full and busy day this has been, but now can rest, looking back and satisfied that I have been i have done and now my day is fulfilled, now i can rest, the evening awaits a time of relaxing and being ready for the morrow. But today was also a day of reflection, of fallen comrades, all having fought a brave fight and yet they/we all succumb to that final fate that awaits us.  Do we live hiding from that day? if we knew it was coming what would we do different? someone that you need to see, hold? someplace you wanted to go but put off?  what all gets put off cause we think i have plenty of time.  or do we embrace everyday as if this is the last, to live to love to enjoy the beauty that surrounds us, to smile through when life seems to throw us a curve and we feel the pain that also come with life.  Look to find joy in the beauty that surrounds us, the stars the sky the cool waters that refresh us giving us life, we are together to lift fellow warriors and warriorettes as we walk side by side, arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder.  This life this way we have been given, is to short to live in anger and bitterness, let go those things that will only hold you down, look to your friends your family, we are here to lift to fight by your side should you need us.  aye, we be all fellows creatures that walk and one day perhaps we will walk among those stars we gaze upon with such longing, we will fly with those might dragons of old, we will battle darkness as it tries to take from us our joy, make your hearts merry for when there is life there is hope, love and joy

Memories of Old

So was reminded today of the time I have spent here within these realms, the changes I have seen, and had to ask myself the why of my time here, what was it i came to see, to do? what was it that lead me to the walls, these forest, the ladies the friendships, the comrades in arms. I must think back quite some time, and though most of my time here has been for relaxation, I, like so many, came because there was just something missing, something more i needed from life. Locked away in a tiny corner of the world, raised an army brat and having seen so much more of this wide world we are but a mere spec on, I wanted more and so books suited me, and i read much. Adventure, we all seek that, in one way or other, and then came the wizards that made this realm, and now, not only could i read, but i could even interact with fellow travelers, my world had opened, and there be many things to see, and of them all i tried so many, even love so deep and so pure I found. Still so much to do to see, yes, it still fills the lonely hours at times, times i get to spend with friends, it gives me a source for music that doesn't restrict me to only the stations within range, or the current stack of albums on the player. when I came there were those that dwelt in the land of Gor, are there those that remember those days? the days we did ride the back of Tarns, are they still around? now it is vamps and blood, true blood, and immortality of all kinds, and yeah also dragons and warriors, warriorettes, maidens so fair they take your breath away, lands near and far, lands that can only be the thoughts of dreamers, we see so far into the fantasy, both the dark and the bright. For me, i enjoy the colors, the beauty that does abound in male female animal nature space. i enjoy the notes the reading, the stories you all write, the care of someone so special to us all, caring back when you see a fellow comrade fall, i did come here for the loneliness i felt years ago, the selfish need to be fulfilled, and though there is oft still the loneliness, i found over the years, warm hearts, gentle hands, beautiful creatures all banding together to explore these srange lands.. a place I can often come to enjoy my friends, and so i ask, why did you come and is it the same today? has this place expanded your mind your dreams your wants? not just here, but in the realm we call real.

The Walk

sometimes the paths we follow lead us to places never dreamed of, places of quiet refuge and reflection, we often seek fame fortune, we fight bravely valiantly, thinking this is the why of the way of life, yet we have to stop at times, to collect all this life has to offer, to listen, to listen so closely to that quiet voice, the one we can no hear in the midst of battle, that will whisper to us quietly, often point us in a direction we had not thought of. It is nice, when the top of me chariot is dropped, and i turn off that noisy box that often blares, though i love the music dearly, sometimes i have to turn it all off, let the wind, the air, the one that i love dearly speak His soft words, to sit quietly on the mountain side when life has rushed at you, to contemplate the stars above, it is so hard not to rush to do "the next great thing" to run head long with the "crowds" have we yet to learn not to tell momma, "but billy is doing it and all the rest of the kids" smiles, listen to that still small voice, it's there, we just have to listen and choose our own road for that is they way you want to go, not what the masses say, there be wisdom in consul, yet the final decision is always ours to make ours to do, and this i have learn to accept, it's not eve's fault that i did eat of the apple, i have learned to say, it was my choice, time to accept the responsibility and move forward..

End of a Fruitful Day

Is good to be busy, to race from work to work, not the kind of fire chasing we often find ourselves doing, the planned kind that say i get to here then move to the next then finish and on, the battle field turning dark with the nights shadows lengthening, the day cools much quicker now that the sun has lowered in the sky, that crisp wind that blows across skin, the battle field littered with the fallen from the day, resting my body against a lone tree stumble, my legs stretched out, watching as the surviving battle weary have picked themselves up and prepare to make more plans for the evening, a soft chuckle escapes, that they fight so hard through the day to play so hard into the night, my head rest back and my gaze turns upwards to the emerging lights above, something to ponder, to stretch the mind, and there a vision, flowing hair, broad stretched wings, gliding high in the night sky, the fires from the days war burning and reflecting from her body, a rare beauty, to far to be seen clearly but the very radiance of reflected light does light the sky, yet so subtle as to be missed if not looking, how often we miss things, something that runs through the night past the corner of our eye, yet we to busy with the affairs of our day to notice, how many such jewels have we missed, from not taking a moment to reflect on what the day has brought what the days still yet will bring, perhaps tonight there be a quiet woman waiting wine in glasses clear, the evening cool yet not yet so cool as to seek the shelter of cave, perhaps a small fire will do while we sip the intoxicating liquid and whisper softly into the night..   ah such is life..  to be lived enjoyed savored

Friends all together

was a long yet wonderful day, was away most of it, ner even a chance to much more then peek through the lens of me phone, just enough to tease an tantalize my hungry to enjoy my friends that do come and go from their own adventures during the day. Has been reflecting back, now that my year is over, this month here will be one of trials, both days of joy and days of sorrow do mark the many days, but the sorrow has waned a over the past months, my heart filled with the love of so many dear friends, friends that have opened my eyes to what is truly important, yes one should know love, the love of a woman, to love her deep and with no reservations, to the point you would lay down your very life, and yes, it is true, with the one i was there, to that point, when she once did fill my heart and thought, memories still so sweet, but now, friends that do share their own love of life do lead me, do lift me, fellow comrades of their own battles, some perhaps still hoping for that dream of a knight or queen that will carry them off, some just content to know that friendships will last, there be many a good man and good woman among those that dwell within this realm, many i have grown to love as friends and something a little more, for there be much trust, to be able to stand back to back side by side, to weather these many storms of life, these be the things that do sustain one, that carry one when the heart the head is low.. so tis sweet to be locked in arms with you all, to carry this banner of friendship and honor and sing our songs of life, some of sadness and others of the joy of victory and so here is to that victory, bring the battle on the giants can no stand when friends do stand together..

The Cave

you know, i look at this wall and wonder what may come next, so many pictures and stories there could be, if there were but a few more minutes in the day, ahh, but days must end, and my thoughts do drift to another time and another place, a place of quiet refuge, secluded and sheltered by tree and cliff, a worn path often followed to this quiet place, foot prints in the soil that seldom wash away, the undergrowth trying often to take over the bare soil yet the new prints keep them away.. The day sunny as i make my way to my little hidy, stone wall towers on my right, forest and creek on my left as i follow the windy trail till I reach the little alcove, the sky over head already darkening as the pin points of lights do wink open to shine through the night, casting my eyes across the opening to catch the sight of a deer standing near the water, front legs splayed open wide as she dipped her tongue into the cool mountain brook... settling in, i watch, till she had drunk her full and then scurried off into the forest.. oh such peaceful nights these are, the fall colors settling in as i roll out my dinner and light a small fire, time to relax, settle down for the night, my sketch book beside me, yes, looks like a might fine evening to draw and so i bid thee farewell for a time, perhaps to return before laying out my bed rool and wishing all a good night, but still then, time to settle in and enjoy some quiet hours just dreaming..

Carpet Ride

what does light your path these days? Sometimes we live in a darkness and we forget to reach out, we think no one there really understands, but I have you all, that lift me up each day, that leave such lovely notes to awake to, that reach out with you arms and share hugs, that just are here, no words, or maybe they just slap you up side the head sometimes and say DUMMY LOL, takes all kinds, takes all manner of dear friends to live in these fast times around us now, sometimes we just need to be thrown in the back of a car and the words, "Road Trip" hollered out loud and off you go into a never land of wonder and adventure, such it life, so off to a few races this evening, a nice walk, a nice quiet dinner then who knows what's in store, but adventure awaits, come fly with me and let us enjoy this far reaching realm we share..

Warrior - Battle Lost

What is it that takes a bright day and slowly turns it to grey? a lonely day it was, there be days when your memories do haunt me still, times when i think of the hours we spent "talking" enjoying, chasing bad guys or girls, wars declared, fights we shared and the loot that was ours to take, was it just the game we played that held us together longer then we would have stayed without such fun? may be if we had never played the game of MW we would have parted long before and there wouldn't be this constant empty feeling inside that seeks to be warmed and yet is denied. I hear it said, to just move on, to get over it, easy enough words, but the stake you drove into my heart went deeper then any other ever and every time i try to pull it out even just an inch only leaves an emptiness and void i have never felt before. The life we shared did fill me nights, did make me stand and fight in the days that followed, gave me courage to fight on to conquor those many giants. And though today i do draw such strength and courage from those around that i share and care for so deeply as friends, that lift me day by day, they can not replace the long talks and the baring of soul I shared with my Scorpio so dear, that is the empty void yearning to be filled that is that which i miss so much, for you found your way through the tunnels and walls i thought were built so strong, you found your way deep into my heart, till the comfort of having an ear to whisper into that i would trust so deep never knowing you would steal my heart, whose arms would encircle me late at night to hold me tight and comfort me from those long weary days. And though they were rare there were times when we reversed, i held you through your trials as well, till the last one such a vivid memory burning in my mind, that night you lay weeping in my lap from your own lose, your breath rasping with each breath taken from the anguish of change in your life, your body trembling, shaking, my own tears wetting my cheeks from the pain and hardship you had endured so long now finally over and yet not, the little cat wrapped tight in your arms, her soft purrs to comfort you too, so many memories, how do you ever walk away, how do you simple say it's time to move on from such a one, will another ever walk in and fill that which was lost? Can another live with the memory of another so lost? will they hold you so tight long into the night? We love so fast, so easy, we give ourselves away to the highest bidder, for but a moment of pleasure because instead of seeking the depths of truth and love we only see lust and want and need. The words seem simple enough to say, "I Love You" but today where is the meaning, how deep do those feeling go, yeah i long for their return and one day maybe i shall "move on" but these memories will never defeat me, for I have found comfort among friends, but they will ever linger to haunt me of a love now long gone...

Sunday - Adventures Ahead

been a rather active afternoon/day, from a musical morning, to actions on a honey do list to spending time at office and here among friends, with much still yet to do and the race does linger waiting to be watched and ran, how is it some days that should be so relaxing are more busy then days when elbows should fly and yet these days of flying elbows go so slow, the weekends fly, and the week drags on and on, is it perhaps the anticipation of weekend delights and the lack of thought for a Monday! we count the days till the weekend is upon us when we can dance for joy, and so by we prolong the anticipation dreading the minutes we are about our business, and then with out a care the weekend does fly, yet there be many adventures waiting to be explored, to be enjoy even through our busy weeks, there are giants abundant that await the slayers sword (thanks Lori *grins*) and there be beast to ride and riches to seek, if for no other reason to share with the poor, aye these be fine days both weekend and weekday, and so it is i bid thee fare well all and enjoy for each day isn't about waiting for the next for the end, it's about enjoy each moment and each adventure with the passion that lays inside for such things as these..

Bright light

what does make a day, what does highlight one with sunshine and another with clouds? when one can dance in the morning for joy and at the end of a day feel the tears of pain run down a cheek, the morn is wrapped in the golden rays of the sun and at the night, the dark clouds of despair, so amazing in the mind of man this heart that beats within us, the way life can turn and twist and we feel like we are holding on and yet flung from side to side, and the next moment we have the bull by the horns and we are rolling the brute under our control, ahh, such is the way of life, when things so sweet do touch our hearts and they do so leave their mark, but the ways of the heart they do shape us into men and woman full of passion for one another.. yeah, yesterday was such a mountainous day I scarce could find my way home, and today was as bright and warm as the day before so dark.. ahh but for friends where would we be, lost islands on the sea, no place we can call home, but here is a thing that is said so very often "Home is where the heart is" and it is so sweet that i find my home here among you... sweet dreams all this night and adventures that will amazing you in the morn..

Busy Day

quiet busy day, much to do always, choices and decisions to make, though quiet there is never really a dull moment, is kind of nice at time to lean back and do a little watching as the trolls do scurry from duty to duty, sometimes i have to pull them out of a tree, but mostly they are all good and just work well, the other day one of the office mentioned that the 3 of them were now the "charlie's Angels" i could do ought but chuckle, they are great help as are those the put all the pieces together out on the floor, so today was nice to just watch some work some, look back some, once you reach these days of your life you can enjoy watching those still competing for their place in life.. youth.. i miss it and yet i wouldn't trade who or what I am now to start all over again, no, life is what it is, and we should make the most of each day given to us to enjoy for we have no guarantee about tomorrow..

Music tonight

we be off to play a little tune this night and so I wish you all a grand evening of fun, i know that as my fingers dance upon the strings, my feet will shuffle to the tunes, such freedom there is when you bathed in sound, when the notes do dance in your head, when the smile that stretch across your face is from the gathering of friends as together we make that joyful noise, and so it is with a fond heart i tell thee all good night and sweet dreams to the morrow does come, and may your dreams you dream tonight be the adventures you find and explore tomorrow..

Friends

such a day like this, finally done and ready to lay aside those weapons of old and take some time to drink the wine and rest the feet and head, to bid my friends a merry evening ahead, to hold a hand to kiss the lips of one fair maiden, to watch her dance and charm the room as the lights grow dim in the night outside, to watch h the flow of the room as we drink our ales, our wines and enjoy our stew, the laughing sounds of treasured jewels greeting their men as they come home, tis grand to sit and watch such sights, to enjoy the laughter of a room, to drink with friends young and old, to tell tales of the day of giants and dragon of beast and foe, to glory in that the day is done and yet we still stand to rise again on the morrow, aye such a restful time when we do turn in and enjoy the finer things that await for man and woman as the day does slowly close it's arms around us each, the lights do dim, the music does fade, and now left here alone with you as your body lays close to mine, together we sip the sweet spicy wine, that soft laugh or smile that sweet tender way you have about you, they do bring rest to a weary heart, and so tis off we shall soon go and with a wave till later maybe for one never knows what the night does hold...

Starry night

the stars are out and thick, the skies over head clear, the hint of fall now stirring in the air, i do enjoy all the season, each so special each with it's many colors, perhaps this land i am in does have it's extremes from frigid winters to sweltering summers, but the time of change, the spring and the fall are made so much more special, and now the sounds of the night they change, soon the air will be warmed by a crackling fire, the scent of smoke in the air, the crackling of leaves underfoot, each season has it's own sounds it's own scents, it's only flavors, enjoy these nights ahead, cast you eyes up to the stars the moon, for as the air seems to cool the skies seem to be clearer, good night all, enjoy your sleep and dream your dreams till tomorrow greets you with a smile..

The Hunt

the hunt is on, such is our life, either for game, riches, love, we are beast always hunting, seeking, will answers always be found? does the hunter always come back with the catch? such is the game of life, each hunt can be an adventure,

each day a new one waiting to be embraced, the bigger the prey the harder the hunt, still, if we do not seek, we do not go out to find to embrace to know what is out there we will dwindle away, let your hearts explore and know that even in change there is growth. enjoy your days, enjoy your hunt, always knowing that even when the hunt goes not the way we want we still learn

Water

what is it about water that soothes there weary soul? the first thing you have on your dinner table when dinning out is water in a glass from the one that will server you this eve, the first thing you seek when your stranded and alone on beach or desert shore, from falling water to city fountains, to the creek and rivers, ocean waves, and even that tiniest of water falls the tears we shed, what warms our heart in this way, I could sit for hours besides a quiet stream engrossed in a book with the trickling sound soothing my ears as the birds do sing above, have sat beside oceans breaking waves, my feet buried in the cool sand watching the stars and moon as it rose, have listened to the roar of niagra, the raging waters of a river running wild and yet each one even now when i think back, reflect back seems to rest my heart, oh i to remember the bitter tears of heart ache, and those tears of joy from laughter, still yet there be memories that make that little stream, a tiny drop run down my cheek, always leaving me with a sigh, a time to reflect, a time to grow, oh and the happy tears when laughter does shake the belly hard, your smiles stretches for miles, the joy and comfort of a friend when you share this laugh together and the merry tears they do flow so free, ahh so many ways does water seem to say, it's going to be alright, perhaps it's the strength we see from the might falls the loud rushing roar, or maybe it's knowing that no matter how far water in some way some how connects us all, my day is done, and the evening does await i may return i never know but should i not i wish yo all a most pleasant evening and when you take that next sip stop and think how sweet it really is