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  • Here, Inside of me, beats the heart of a small boy.  A precocious and rambunctious child, always ready for adventure and new discoveries.  On a wing and a prayer, he is a hero, slaying life's dragons and toppling personal giants.   Charting a daily course toward towering unknowns and the potential promise that better things lie ahead.  Knowledge, peace, and friendship are out there, and they need not be elusive.  So into the web he chases after them.  Just keep following the light he tells himself.  And, with a spirit resembling  that of some internal astrolabe, he looks toward the stars, setting out on a path with only a dream and two empty pockets to fill. 

    Everyday here in this virtual place of thoughts, of rants, of pontifications, of advice, of sympathies and ridicule, pretention and play, laughter and tears, and awesome revelations, he strolls along meandering between each one.  Every comment like a landmark.  Some of them looming and blocking the way, others forming a momentary oasis for rest, and being comforted, before moving on.  From time to time he stops abruptly as he is taken by surprise.  Finding something Beautiful.  Something noteworthy.  Something impassable.  Like an immovable object or an irresistible force.  This must be explored, he says. 

    It is the occasional heartfelt passage that is always his hope to come upon.  Some nugget of profound wisdom.  So he goes forth picking up each word left behind for him to find.  An author somewhere, here or there, who shared something of themselves and then sprinkled the way with clues for him to follow.  Things he begs to learn.  Things he longs to aspire to.  One by one he gathers every letter.  Every syllable.  Every intonation.  Every punctuation.  Each one of these written fragments special and not to be overlooked.  All of them held within his hand, examined and admired closely for a moment, then each one carefully tucked away inside his ratty and frayed pockets. 

    Now, with pockets weighted and full, he goes back to his place of safety.  His "thoughtful spot."  Somewhere in the "100 acre wood" of online interactions.  While there, in the light that filters through, he empties his pockets of their bounty.  He pours out each and every word.  He examines their shape.  Some of them sharp, some of them soft around the edges, and he is stunned by their beauty.  Amazed by the meaning conveyed through each and every one.  He shuffles them.  He sorts them.  He places them.  He lifts them up into the brightness and gasps as each one becomes a prism absorbing light and casting rainbows of truth all around him as each ray passes through.  In the streaming color that pours in, he imagines them ultimately as a stained glass window.  Every piece stunning in its own right but still only a fraction of the whole.  A mosaic of ideas that together form a greater understanding.  And there as the picture becomes revealed he is moved.  Touched.  Taken to a place which exists ever so closer to enlightenment.  This was what the journey was, and is, about.  The search for a treasure such as this.  This is what he feels when he comes upon your replies.  Yes, yours.  Everyone's.  Your sparkling gems of wonder, your words.  They instruct.  They inspire.  They envision.  They empower.  Words, that when assembled, form a monument of illumination. 

    He smiles. And now with pockets once again empty, but the heart somewhat fuller, he hears the call.  The call to once more venture into the forest of tangled bewilderment.  Resting assured that about the time it seems there is not much here to glean, he will stumble upon yet another gift left behind for him to find.  Who's will it be?  What will be said?  How will he feel?  One never knows what lies on the journey, but journey on he must. He is looking to the heavens, following the dreams a child has.  So, off he skips, with those frayed and ratty pockets on either side, that his hands will once more, surely fill with pieces of you found in words. 

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  • Just Asking, Bozette, and n/a like this

  • Shar to the Rona
    Shar to the Rona
    I think you should marry Hartfire. 
    October 24, 2016 - 1 likes this

  • WingedWonder
    WingedWonder Shar to the Rona
    She is a "true" beauty, isn't she.  Love her!
    October 24, 2016

  • Shar to the Rona
    Shar to the Rona WingedWonder
    You guys are both worthy writers. 
    October 24, 2016 - 1 likes this

  • WingedWonder
    WingedWonder Shar to the Rona
    And I am touched.  Thank you, Sharonna.
    October 24, 2016

  • Just Asking
    Just Asking
    Your blog made me cry. Like a big 'ol baby. This was beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
    October 24, 2016 - 1 likes this

  • WingedWonder
    WingedWonder Just Asking
    JA, I couldn't count how many here have brought tears to my eyes as well.  Both happy and sad tears with their ability and willingness to share with me, and with others, pieces of their hearts and minds.  I am continually honored to be in their presence.  Thank you for letting me wander around this wonderful place of yours.  It's quite magical sometimes.
    October 24, 2016 - 1 likes this

  • WelbyQuentin
    WelbyQuentin
    Thank you for this gift.
    :)

    Be Well,
    WelbyQuentin


    October 24, 2016 - 1 likes this

  • WingedWonder
    WingedWonder WelbyQuentin
    And thank you too, WelbyQuentin.  I so enjoy spending time with you here.
    October 24, 2016

  • Zenobia
    Zenobia
    Yes! Yes! Yes!
    Exactly like that! :D

    October 27, 2016 - 1 likes this

  • WingedWonder
    WingedWonder Zenobia

    In large part hartfire, you inspired this.  I would never want to put you on the spot or embarrass you, but your words move me.  You are a fascination.  A beauty.  Truly gifted.  I am both intimidated and inspired by your knowledge and your creativity.  You set the bar very high.  That's a wonderful thing.  It causes all of us to look upward and reach higher, for the sky.  After all, the sky's the limit, isn't it?  Or do we dare dream even beyond that.  Much love to you.


    October 27, 2016

  • Zenobia
    Zenobia WingedWonder

    Thank you

     

    Now I feel excited.

    Wet sap of my green wood sizzles in the winter fire

    Spits and steams.

    Tiny explosions and sparks fly off.

     

    If each past act is the miner’s ore

    And if there is alchemy in writing,

    While this apprentice still learns to heat the cauldron,

    She finds you the master smelting gold.

     

    And so it is

    Your words come

    As welcome bellows to my coals.


    October 27, 2016 - 2 like this

  • WingedWonder
    WingedWonder Zenobia

    Wings, with whatever beauty they may seem to posess, serve no purpose until a soft and suttle wind whispers to them.  Secretly sharing a faith to simply leap forward, causing them to unfurl.  Yours is a voice so sweet in the breeze that lifts me.  I can fly, not because I believe I can, but because others do.  And a spirit soars.  Thank you, hartfire.



    October 27, 2016 - 1 likes this

  • Zenobia
    Zenobia WingedWonder

    Wonder, I would like to introduce you to an Australian writer, Robert Dessaix. He has not published much, but what he has has been acclaimed world-wide. I heard him speak at the Byron Bay Writers’ Festival and read his tiny booklet, “Humbug.” Having read it, I will now order everything else he has written . He’s older, brilliantly queeny, and married to a magnificent man. He’s atheist, cynical and satirical and yet full of beauty, depth, wisdom and love. I think if you approached him through his publisher and showed him samples of your writing, he would not refuse you. I gather that you’ve never considered publishing, but if there is a chance that you are the fledgling of your future professional self as a writer, then I think Dessaix could introduce you to the publisher that could be the updraft to your wings.


    October 27, 2016 - 1 likes this

  • WingedWonder
    WingedWonder Zenobia
    Yes!  And I am off once more on another discovery.  I think I'll spend this evening getting to know Mr. Dessaix.  Googling him now.  Thank you, my friend.
    October 27, 2016

  • n/a
    n/a
    Love you. Love it. You keep amazing me. And it never stops. Thank you. Thank you for having me a part of your life, and being. 
    October 27, 2016 - 1 likes this

  • WingedWonder
    WingedWonder n/a

    Oh those moments when the wordsmith is failed by words.  There wouldn't be a way for me to properly express how i feel about you, Sapph.  Not here.  Not now.  You are more than just a "SapphicHeart."  You are a heart which holds so much mystery I feel one could mine it's wealth forever and still continually unearth riches beyond imagining.  What a feeling it is to know that you are here. That in this community known as AnswerMug, as well as the greater community at large, humanity, I have someone like you to call my "Glitter Sister."  You are amazing!


    October 27, 2016 - 1 likes this

  • n/a
    n/a WingedWonder
    I was out of words after reading your blog. Your sweet words left for me on my comment have me speechless. I'm left with the taste and the feeling of your warm and loving words. the warmth you share with me. I can't positively think of any other person than you to be my Glitter Twin. <3
    October 27, 2016 - 1 likes this

  • WingedWonder
    WingedWonder n/a

    Isn't it amazing that even across the vast and unfathomable expanse of the cosmos, itself lit up with the glitter of stars, that two such as we could be placed in the company of one another.  Even if only through this manmade virtual construct called the web.   What an awesome happenstance or even if we dare to think it, a beautiful design.  I'm thankful to hands that placed me here.  Enchanted by a universe in which it could happen.  You and I sparkle pretty bightly together.  Let's light up the world.


    October 27, 2016 - 1 likes this

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