Thursday, December 17, 2009

Verba movent, exempla trahunt (words move people...deeds, not words give the example)


Well with Christmas nearly upon us, its been uber busy...
I've been writing nearly from sun up til I go to sleep...suppose that I had alot to say...
finished 3 chapters this week, alot of work but oh so enjoyable.
At times I wish I had a friendly distraction that held up to the test of time, but apparently that just wasn't in the cards for me this week lol
The work that I did was on the book Gabriels 8 and also Cross Dominance...
2 projects that seemingly call for my attention more so then eating or sleeping...
I'm afraid that like a bottle, I fall into the writing as an outlet...thought about riding horses or getting up and taking a much needed vacation, however there are far too many people requiring what little time that I do have to lend.
You know, thats alright, being needed is wonderful, but wouldn't it be grand to be taken care of as well?
Ah so that was my rant this week...
forgive me this indulgence...everyone needs to throw dirt at the wall once in awhile...don't they?

I saved two bits for you all...the first is just me, late night, unable to find sleep,
the second is an excerpt from Gabriels 8
Enjoy!

There was a time
and what a grand time it was...
when I loved you...as no other
when seeing past my love for you was an impossibilty

I suppose that we all have our time (once) don't we?
you believed that I'd blindly wait
a fool, your fool...
as you squandered the precious time that we were given
wasted on everything but what was important
'was' because time simply ran out...as its known to do

there was a time when seeing you walk through the door caused my heart to leap,
skip a beat, lose time with the rest of my body
I was important then
so special to you
so you said
when you had the time

and now its past
the 'we' that was 'us'
you're back to being 'you' and I am back to being 'me'
both of us
with nothing but time on our hands
hands that used to hold one another...hands that subsequently let go...
there was a time for us
and what a time it was....


(Gabriels 8) Ian Freguson speaking to Sawyer:
"Do I ever cross your mind Sawyer?"
"Sometimes...often"
"and?"
"and what?"
"there you go again, always beginning your sentences with 'and'"
"Ian...why are you here?"
"to bring you home"
"I don't belong to you"
"from the second that I layed my hands upon you, you became mine"
"so says you"
"so I do. Gather your things...oh and by the by? I do realize that your mobile phone works...you aren't fooling anyone by not answering love"
"I'm not your love"
"you are"
"and why should I go anywhere with you?" Ian rolled his eyes "because you're mine. Because you belong to me"
"I'm still-"
"ah yeah, I've heard this one before...repeatedly, you still have feelings for McEwan the wanker...well can he do this?" Ian wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, pressed his broad chest into Sawyers...gently brushing his lips against hers...teasing her her senses until his mouth finally found its rightful place...upon hers...
His kiss melted away most of the misgivings that lingered, the doubts that Sawyer harbored about his emotional convictions "tell me that you want me baby"
"but I'm not sure..."
"I remember the way the way that you taste...the feel of your body...come to me Sawyer...come" Sawyer swayed to the rythym of his warm, pheromonal drenched breath on her neck..."I want to...but-" tears welled up in her amber eyes, searching his for help
"I'll no' have this baby..." Ian tenderly kissed away the salty tears, now steadily streaming down her face...kissing her lightly freckled cheeks as well... he spoke: "I'll naught take no for an answer this time"
"but Ian" she protested weakly
"you and I will never settle for mediocricy, not in this lifetime, not when my heart needs to feel yours beating beneath mine...or on top of mine, depending on the position of our bodies"
she laughed a bit

"I feel lost without you Ian"
Ian flashed that brilliant smile of his, radiant in his confidence
"that and I'm immensely handsome"

"and theres that"
"you're so American"
"and you're so Irish..."
"and, and, and, and just say yes to me...to me... Ian...come into me baby...come into me..."
"I don't know..."
"quit over thinking it"
"will you quit bugging me?"
"no, never"
"ugh.." Ian kissed her quiet...hushing her mouth with his...subsequently scooping her up and into his strong arms "I'm through talking about this with you, now shut that beautiful mouth of yours... well, unless its to moan of course..."
Ian kicked the door in front of him open straight away and carried her gallantly out into the warm summer rain

drenching them both
he happily carried her through the street and back to his cottage
their home
If not just for this moment, she was to be completely his. Inherently Ian knew this truth:
this was his one true love, his life that he was holding in his arms...and he couldn't be more content with that inexplicable fact
for tonight his heart would not be denied its truth
Ian felt complete.

Well I hope that warms your heart, I recieved such a beautiful gift of words yesterday and as a result was inspired to write fairly late...
So thank you, and thank you for following the blog, its wonderful to hear from all of you through the inboxes and e mail. Your input is invaluable!

Vita nonest vivere sed valere vita est
life is more than merely staying alive...

From my hand to yours...
Sawyer
Saint Andrews

Monday, December 14, 2009

Alis volat propris selum proferre alis grave nil (she flies with her own wings towards the light; nothing is to heavy to those who might have wings)




This is my Christmas gift to Marshall Wayne
Its my hope that you all enjoy this lil story...

Marshall and Athena's minds journey
He took her hand into his and motioned for her to lye down next to him on the meadows welcoming wild tundra
"close your eyes" he whispered as he took her hold of her hand ever so tightly...
she blindly followed him into the abyss that was his minds eye...
"here we take the road less traveled...Michael awaits our arrival"
"I'm afraid"
"hold no fear in your heart, I know that I hold none such in mine"
"but Marshall.." Athena tugged at his arm pulling him back if not just a little bit.
"we're going much to far"
"we must follow the path less we fail our own hearts. Let me show you my truth Athena...trust in this, trust in me. I have faith enough for we two..."
"its not that I don't have faith enough Marshall...its my heart. Its been weakened, broken...shattered into a million pieces when I witnessed the life leave the eyes of my son...I'm sorry, I know that its the same for you"
"it is...but that is precisely why I brought you here...to see them for yourself..."
"I know how badly you desire me to see what it is that you do but I'm not so certain..."
"did you or did you not reveal to me that your deepest desire was to die in the arms of one that would love your heart forever?"
She smiled in spite of her obvious misgivings... "yes Marshall, but not exactly today, besides you're a tad bit too young for me"
he laughed and rolled his eyes "I didn't mean me...Athena? you're mind is always in the gutter isn't it?"
"well..."
"just follow me a little bit further, keep hold of my hand..." she complied..albeit very reluctantly until at long last they indeed approached the gates to all that is to be, standing eventually directly at the towering white, beautiful gates...
the right gate lent itself to a slight opening, left ajar to those brave enough to venture in...
an open invitation to the both hurt souls humbled before its immense stature
Athena was taken aback emotionally...losing her son to deaths passing had nearly extinguished her life...a crushing death by sadness had brought her here once before...
yet she preservered because in her mind if Marshall could extend himself far beyond the pain of his own loss well then, so to could she...

In what seemed like both a singular moment and a whole lifetime past, Michael the Arch Angel appeared before the twosome
"so you've come to gather a glimpse, yes?"
Marshall bodly spoke up "we have, and we humbly, most graciously thank you for the opportunity"
"here is my gift to you both"

For Marshall his mind was sent to a football game (University of Texas) A beautiful girl snuggled in a warm blanket next to Marshall, bracing herself from the cold, warmed by Marshalls love...
Sitting by his side, the spirit of Marshalls mother embracing her sons heart as the girl so in love with Marshall spoke these words:

For Athena, her mind was sent into a future , in a cottage, by the sea
there she found herself sitting by a roaring fireplace, securely held by a man clearly, madly in love with her
her sons spirit tightly embracing her heart when the man spoke these very same words to her:

"I could...I could love you
I could fall this very moment...here...with you securely in my arms
for a thousand different reasons I could fall
a thousand different ways
speak a million different words
none nearly defining the intent carried within my heart
I could choose to walk away now, before any chances are taken...
you could run away...dismiss my ambition
seek a path uncommon to me
we two could very well part
or I could allow the words to fall past my lips...
in doing so witness your imminent fall into my arms
moreover
into my life
forever
I could, with ease, seize the possibilities...all of which blaze in your eyes
burn beneath your touch
I could love you
I could...
I do...
I will love you forever
As I have in lifetimes passed"

They Awoke amongst the meadows swaying grasses...
both clearly moved by the emotional awakening that Michael had bestowed upon them...
(Marshall): "Now do you see what it is that binds us together in friendship Athena?"
She glanced over at her much younger, wiser friend "I do, I really do...its the gift of Hope Marshall...thank you"
he smiled knowingly
the both glanced back up at the clouds...
appreciative at Michaels heavenly gift.

Have a blessed and happy Holiday!

From my hand to yours,
Sawyer
Saint Andrews