I absolutely love fucking nitwits sitting next to me and reading my personal blogs and such, and asking me about them, as if it is any of their business. Fucking idiots.

I'm in hiker's heaven up here.

Just a quick post. Firstly, apologies for not being around more; I haven't had a computer to work on lately (I'm borrowing a friend's now). Second, I am returning to California in a few days, back to Evergreen Lodge. I *should* have better net access up there, and I will be buying a laptop soon as well. I just find that I miss the area, and I can make more up there, with less living expenses, than I can here, and, well... those of you who know me, know how I get when I stay in one place for too long. So... off I go again.

More soon, hopefully.

If one can unravel these delirious ramblings,
Illuminate the riddle,
Unearth the mystery of old—
These images, these trapped spirits of fleshless eternity
That linger just behind the eyes,
Just past bloodstained words,
A stumbling step into a half-forgotten dream:

Of fire and ash-choked wind,
Of tears falling into a blackened pool,
Of crystals that capture the eyes with stolen light.
The song that was carried on the wind.
The eternity-endless-black depths of a raven's eye
As it looked upon the broken angel in the snow.
Flight and fury and prismatic dance.
Dauntless time, empty time. Meaningless time.
Whispers in the night, caresses of dreams alive, living, dreaming.

Do you know? Do you understand?
Has the song awakened once more,
Within shells battered and barren,
Ceaselessly stumbling,
But housing That which Came Before,
And That which is Yet to Be?

What is the Tide bringing?
Why does the path seem so dark?
Destiny is Choice
Honesty with Fortitude,
With Heart,
With purity of soul,
Alchemy.

Does Love weave this song?

Outside of Time we move

Past illusion

Present dream

Future echo—

We are all of ourselves

All of our lives

All of our journeys

Drawn into a single drop

Of crystal clear Being

Melded with the stars

Burning like the sun

Liquid songs of the moon

Shadows like a velvet abyss—

All and nothing,

Neverwhen

Neverwhere

Nevermore…
Always.

Hidden within his fortress he waits,

The silent protector

A shadow cast from eons ago

An eclipse, an echo

An ageless phantom.

His eyes see far

His voice carries on the wind

The touch of a dream

Substance of the insubstantial

His eyes fix on the horizon as the storm boils without his windows

Slashing his walls

Trembling his foundations--

Yet the storm is not his alone.

Does he think that distance keeps her safe?

She needs no protector

She wants no white knight

She desires only the transmutation of dream to substance

Of completion

Of alchemy

Soul of her soul

Heart of her heart

Oneness of eternity

Of timelessness

Of elemental binding

Fusion of the stars that fell

That split with a thunderous crack

Spinning apart with blinding wake

To bury themselves in the earth

To forget they were stars….

Only the Knowing that is not Thinking remains

Only the Feeling that is not Memory lingers

All has been contained in the Now

And the Soon to Come

As blind feet tread darkened paths

To seek understanding

To seek beauty

To seek life

Completion

Alchemy

Behind the whispering feathers of ravens, the shadow-thick fur of wolves, you breathe. Eye of a dragon, unblinking, settles on the horizon. The mists of ancient memory obscure you, turn you to dream. The raven calls as we stumble through time, watching the spinning cycles and moons and stars and blood red flame consuming everything, the ashes that bloom and grow and awake to reach for the sun. Ancient and young, we are, following paths untread, cloaked in strange humanity within an unfamiliar world. Paths must eventually re-converge… some day…. I pray.

Quick update to this here Live Journal, that doesn't involve picspamming or some such. *laughs*

My mother is in the hospital, having had hip replacement surgery a couple weeks back. She's currently in a rehab hospital, and recovering nicely, all things considered. I went out to see her a few days ago-- she looked very pale, but stronger. And bored. She is an avid bookworm, like me, though her tastes are quite a bit less varied than mine. I think she had Dad rent out half the library... LOL...

For me, mostly more of the same. Multiple projects taking up most of my focus. I'm still working on The Glass Veil, among other things. I'll be posting some pages of it here in a few days, just a teaser, when I've gotten together enough to show a coherent tale unfolding.

I discovered the other day that I really, really want a dog, or a cat. Preferably both. But I miss having dogs, big, sloppy, fluffy, loveable, huggable dogs. I have my heart set on either a German Shepherd or a Golden Retriever, but unfortunately I'm in no position for taking such an animal into my care at the moment. Maybe one day. In the meantime, I'll just croon over cute animal pictures.

And, that about wraps up this pointless update. Best wishes, all :)

An updated Work in Progress... Masquerade.

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Bumping this forward again, for any interested in having commissioned artwork made... :)

http://siabha-maellyn.livejournal.com/73288.html