May 21st, 2007
I’m supposed to do a handful of essays based upon certain virtues that the Ãr nDraÃocht Féin (ADF) finds important. At first I thought it was just busy work, but as I got more into it I found that the ones they chose do help one look within oneself.
I am finished with all of them, or at least I have the drafts of all of them completed. Only two are in a final, or near final format. One of those is Wisdom…
“I learned everything I know about the Occult from playing Dungeons and Dragons” has been one of my more humorous axioms and it certainly applies to Wisdom. The Player’s Handbook has something like this to say about Wisdom: Intelligence allows you to calculate the probabilities of being able to jump the gap within the broken bridge, but it is Wisdom which tells you whether or not taking such a chance is worth it.
Applying that to my past, in my childhood there was a time when I’d not step on a crack for fear of breaking my Mothers back. Every now and then I’d come across a few shattered sections of sidewalk. From experience I knew I could usually jump one section, two if I got a running start. But when I weighed this possibility of success with what happens with failure I knew the wisest choice of action was simply to take a walk in the grass…
In the end, Wisdom is the culmination of Knowledge, Insight, and Choice, or rather using Knowledge and Insight to choose the best course of action.
That was the first essays I wrote, and it’s inspiration actually came from a dream. While I do not recall exactly what the dream essay said, the one above is actually rather close.
I also wrote it a while ago in my LiveJournal. If you are freinded, you can read it HERE. It’s not one of the better literary works, but it certainly has meaning to me on a personal level.
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May 14th, 2007
Below is a short clip of Santeetlah Creek. I hope you enjoy…
Sacred Sounds from Qryztufre on Vimeo
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May 9th, 2007
01001001 00100111 Drunken bunnies never bounce
01110110 01100101 Lay on the ground
– - – - – - – - – maybe flounce
00100000 01100110 What will happen
– - – - – - – - – I dunno
01100001 01101100 But I can hear them
– - – - – - – - – Inahole
01101100 01100101 I have a trap that I will set
01101110 00100000 Carrots and beer and
– - – - – - – - – bunny net
01100001 01101110 I must stop the hare from haze
01100100 00100000 To catch and sober
– - – - – - – - – Outta daze
01100011 01100001 Can not rest till job is done
01101110 00100111 I must end sin-thetic fun
01110100 00100000 So I will stop circumstance
01100111 01100101 And pomp
01110100 00100000 Then I’ll stomp this
01110101 01110000 Bunny romp
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May 7th, 2007
I got an email from a colleague today about a recent poem I wrote for Cyndi it said “I used write like that about my wife, I think I need to again…†among other things, but it was that line that stood out to me the most. It got me thinking about my relationship and how this, unlike all others I’ve been in, is still new, even after two years. Love has not become a chore, caring does not seem like something I ‘have’ to do, my trust, respect, and admiration still grow daily.Â
So I ask, is this a storybook relationship? Are we really that far outside the norm? And if we are doing something ‘right’ does that imply that so many people are really doing something ‘wrong’?
I am grateful that I have found my happily-ever-after and I hope and pray that all of you can as well.
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May 7th, 2007
Some days are naturally better then others, today is one of those days. Sometimes it can be better because of what happened on that day, other times it can be all the things that led up to the day. Today is a little of both.
You see yesterday I worked my tail off (see my Rainy Weekends) and when I it was time for bed I was most certainly ready. Once under the covers Cyndi and I held each other and talked for a while about nothing extra significant. Eventually we both fell asleep (still holding each other) and after several hours of sleep we were awoken by the alarm, still holding each other!
Words can not really explain how wonderful of a feeling that is, but putting words together in the form of a poem is a good start:
 A hug last night
Arms entwined as we unwind
While wrapped in warmth and comfort
Pay attention every touch
We massage away the hurt
Wile away the while
Saying how our day was nice
We nestle in a love embrace
Then we slumber, paradise
The time ticks by, as we sleep
My dreams are of only you
As you hold me through the night
You are dreaming of me too
The morning sun, the cock it crows
The bell rings the snooze is pressed
Waking in each others arms
Then soon we must both be dressed
Another day has begun
The cycle, it starts anew
I know this day will be grand
For I started it with you
When things just fall into place, there is very little that can detract from the grandness of life. I’m happy to be alive, and more importantly, I’m happy to be in love!
Cynthia, I love you!
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