Thanks for All the Fish

After several years of posts, this will be my last post on this blog.

After many years of having this space and using it to pull things together, I have found that it’s time to move forward with something new. The ‘something new’ isn’t going to actually look much different, but to me it’s enough of a difference to be a help along my spiritual way.

I’ve started a new blog at silverros.wordpress.com and I’d love for you to come join me there. It will be a lot more of the same things that I post about here, but the plan is to be a bit more open. See, here I posted a lot, but some of my fears got in the way. And if I’m really going to continue my personal, spiritual work, I need to get my thoughts and ideas out there in words enough to see where I’m right and what needs changing. And not do it from a place of trying to write to any specific audience; something that I got in the habit of doing here.

The plan is also to post a bit more often. We will see how that goes, but I’m going to give it a shot.

Anyway, thanks again for following this blog. I appreciate that people even take the time to follow, even if they don’t get a chance to read everything I write.

“Farewell!” they cried, “Wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!”

“May the wind under your wings bare you where the sun sails and the moon walks.” answered Gandalf, who knew the correct reply.

The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien

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Connection To The Wolf

Perhaps it’s still made up in my mind
Perhaps it is still a game
The heart and soul of a wolf inside
My piece of burning hell flame

Playing with clothes, weapons, and titles
Superficial station claim
Meaningless oaths, spoken to the flames
Played for adoration aim

My own gameplay was not convincing
Pomp and circumstance aren’t me
I cannot be disingenuine
Taken oaths were true to me

My oaths meant kindling for that fire
So I let the flame transform
Because I paid the entrance prices
The seed cracked, open to the storm

As it happens in the turns of life
My transformation was real
The heart of the wolf beats with my own
Oath and code, spirit keeps sealed

Courage, enough to stand in battle
Strength, seeing the fighting through
Loyalty to Gods, family, oathbound
Integrity, my spirit, be true

Honor to give, live by and receive
Kindness for all, no exclusion
Discipline, may the right path pursue
Perseverance for completion

I know these truths I found in the pack
I follow this code daily
The scars of the wolf still stain my skin
The code my authenticity

Proud am I, to have crossed my swords
With those whom I call brother
My battle now is more serious
Fighting pain my endeavor

I will not forget what I have done
Even with the pain of loss
I won’t continue the way it was
The lone wolf, forever lost

But even without the pack support
By sword and blood, sister am I
Burned in hell, badges worn with honor
I am transformed from the fire

No one can tell me what I am not
I begin to understand
Ironwolf am I, forever will be
Sworn by will and strength to stand

Pain

I awaken in the morning
Try not to move
Or else the pain will start

Finally move, stumble forward
Grimace faced
Pain awakens again

I drive to work and greet the sun
Spasms start now
The pain continues on

I stand up from my desk again
Stop a moment
The spike of pain settles

I continue the work facade
Typing hurts
The pain keeps me company

Day done, I walk out to my Jeep
Pretend I’m fine
Pain in my arms and body

I share my plight with others
Oh, like I have!
NOT. THE. SAME. New pain starts now

I try to claim my old strength
I do too much
The pain makes me bedridden

Another activity missed
I watch them leave
The pain wins again with tears

I think about what I have lost
Black belts, friends, strength
The damned pain continues on

Never understanding, why me
No one asks now
A new pain hurts my heart

Damned if I do, damned if I don’t
I just cannot win
The pain continues its waves

No one understands why I fight
Battles won, battles lost
Pain, my constant companion

I am in my own special war
Must fight, or die
The pain never gives up

Still, I scheme and plot for more
Wanting life back
But the pain never lets go

Spring Beckons

The world is in contradiction.
Snow flies, yet the birds sing.
Water cackles, drunk with power.
Now is a time of change.
The melody of your voice reaches my ears.

The sound attracts my attention.
Time for more change, time to move,
Time to breathe free, venture out.
I must leave my entombment.
Crawl into the unknown landscape of devotion.

I have grown too strong here.
Too strong for that which I am housed.
Shall I stay anyway, and scream from the pain?
Pain from keeping my old self together,
For the rest of my days?

Yet, if I go, shall I be quenched of thirst?
Will the well be properly filled?
Or is it my lot in life to shrivel?
To ache in pain and despair of another ordeal?
Are my cries satisfying the needs of those unknown?

My choice is not mine as I reach you.
Again pain is mine as I force myself open.
Feeling the ecstasy and joy of life,
Allowing the tryst to begin.

You see my torment and relish,
Smiling, you reach deep within.
Rare is it that one opens before you.
Coming so far, daring to go further,
As far as one can go in a lifetime.

You aren’t surprised by my action.
As the dance finally begins,
The answer of the heart rings true,
As do the oaths of old.
The only surprise left is where
The exquisite rapture takes us next.

 

Come Back to Battle

It came to me today,
The picture, freshly taunting
Salt to the wound, it was
A known battlefield, always haunting

My eyes filled, my heart ached,
Memories came flooding back.
Of wasted time, wrapped in fear
And battle skills I sorely lacked

Courage had I, heart too
It took everything I had
Just to wear the colors
And hold my sword, armor-clad

Oh to go back to then
Just to try once more
Prove what I say I was
The fighting Lady of that war

Now, body broken, Spirit healing
I stare as the picture speaks
It whispers temptations if I let it
Yet it also taunts with battle shrieks

I grow stronger now, yet cannot tell
What the fates have in store for me
But now I know, I cannot answer the call
For me, Lady fighter I will never again be.

 

 

 

Photo from Deviant art

The Tempering

Fear in the heart
My Legs weak
The threatening dark
sensing my defeat

Surrounding whispers
Heart of pain
Stomach clenching
My tears like rain

Screaming, near defeat,
But strength still flows
This won’t take me
Truth lives in my bones

Once more, I stand
Though weak, I fight
The tempering  continues
Spirit burns bright.

 

 

The Trial of the Flame

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Photo from Deviant Art

Well take my hand, and follow me,
Through the trial of the flame.
Oh take my hand, and follow me,
Through the trial of the flame.

Now well within the cold dark battlements,
Black raven calls my name.
Never’ fore have I explored this backside of my brain.
There amongst those misty ruins likes this port of death and pain.

Take my hand, we’ll make a stand,
Through the trial of the flame.
Well take my hand and follow me,
Through the trial of the flame.

Gonna take this long trek down the shoreline.
Where the sea awaits me there,
If you do not fear it friend,
You’re ‘bout as mad as can compare.
Lost souls, and ghosts and phantoms are there awaitin’ in the rain.
So take my hand and walk with me through the trial of the flame.

Take my hand and follow me,
Through the trial of the flame.
Take my hand and follow me,
Through the trial of the flame.

How does it happen now good lad
Black raven calls your name?
On this dismal voyage through a world that reeks of death and pain.
So clear the smoke it’s vastness so infest your mortal brain.
Take my hand I’ll lead you through this trial of the flame.

Take my hand and follow me,
Through the trial of the flame.
Take my hand and follow me,
Through the trial of the flame.

 

 

I may not have all of the lyrics of this song correct, but they are as close as I can get them from listening to Garold Amadon’s album “Tillerman’s Rye”.  This song for me is speaking to a lot of trials that I seem to be going through lately; with the fibromyalgia, the changes in my social groups, my work and in my spiritual life.  It’s funny, Tillerman’s Rye came out over 20ish years ago now and those lyrics are still as meaningful now as they were then.

We aren’t meant to be stagnant beings on this planet.  We are meant to learn, grow wiser and to help others.  But that doesn’t mean it isn’t going to hurt along the way as we stretch ourselves.  We can only try to keep moving forward, keep pushing, keep striving for what is right for us and for our communities.

 

(Song by Garold Amadon, off the album “Tillerman’s Rye,”  available at his website)