KATRINA

Our hearts and thoughts go out the the victims and families of those who are sufering from the effects of Hurricane Katrina.

Though I never endured the horrificness of such a storm I can scarsly imagine the emotional upheavals. I lived in Corpus Christi, along the south Texas coast line, for twenty years. I worked at the Corpus Christi State School for four years, one year we evacuated the entire campus, loading over two hundred individuals with Mental Health and Mental Retardation issuses into more than twenty comercial buses; not to mention their medications, bathing supplies, clothes, beddings, behavioral situations, staff. We stayed three horride days and nights at the San Antonio State Hospital till Hurricane Gilbert headed directly for Corpus Christi; however, at the last minuet the storm turned slaming into Mexico, with no loss of life, (as far as I remember). Still, nothing like Katrina. I can only imagine their hardships in returning to demolished homes and washed out lives.
My brother-in-law is having car problems, and since we are all sharing the same apartment we share the same problems. Though my car is still up and going, I'm having to assist him a great deal - but compared to where I could be with hardships, I'm not complaining...

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Cats Away Mice Play

Someone needs to tell Dr. Prather Von Scary that one of his patients is getting frisky, while the good doctor has gone back to school. You know, it's just like that in sleep, darn ya just can't bring it back with you though.

Oh! JOHNNY BOY

This guy has got an opinion on everything; neat stuff, most of which I agree on. Where reality is a nightmare ; interesting and what not - check him out, but tell you heard about him from Falconmyst.

Calling Dr. Tookong. . .

This picture does not do Tookong justice; take my word for it folks, he's not the Doctor Von Scary he appears to be of the Danvers Insane Asylum. However, the RN student is presently on a blogging sabatical as his final classes resume soon. If you get a change to drop down the Rabbit hole and experience the wonders of Sleep, be sure to browes about "the dump." No telling what insanly fasinating things you'll rumage through. Yeah, tell him Falconmyst whispered his name...

Safe Tea Inspector...

As most of you have heard me mention before, I love the NEXT BLOG button. In one of my many surfings I came across such interesting people as Joseph Whited, a 33 years guy from Utica, Michigan who is not only a techology geek, but who creates his own music. Some pertty neat tunes. When you get a chance, surf by and let him know you heard of him from Falconmyst. Great guy with a neat wit.

Tehuti's Tieydyed Brainrays

Tehuti, one of my oldest and dearest friends, who got me into blogging in the first place, has one of the most fasinatingly ecletic sites I've seen around, if I may say so myself. I check his site every morning. He goes great with my coffee at 400am. Tehuti's not been blogging is quiet awhile; life's thrown him some curves but he's bouncing back. If you get a chance drop by his place and leave a comment or two - Tell him, Falconmyst sent ya!

Tree House

I never had a tree house, per se, as a kid growing up. There was a huge tree in our backyard with a sheet of plywood nailed to its larger limbs. My "fort," a-hide-away; obvious to everyone driving by, but still a world unto itself for me then. I've always loved trees, though mind you, I'm no master woodsman and only an infrequent camper. Maybe that is all the more reason for my design of Ra`More.

A circle of braided trees, beneath the shade of a gigantic ancient one, whose fruit was of delicious imortality. A sanctuary. A hall of reverance, and hope. Maybe, that too was the reason for its demise, and the loss of its people was so bitter. Because as a child I never knew of such things. Having been raised in a dark spirituality, where the gloom of an approaching Amageddon was an ever present danger.

Ah, but such is the stuff of fairytails, not real life, 'eh?

Ashes of Ra`More

"...After Queen Wyn`Omel returns from Jebul, with the dwarves, she finds IthLan`Fae slain. Her husband's arrow ridden corps lies amid the smoke filled ruins of Ra`More's smoldering stumps. As she falls to her knees wailing in her grief she cries for the Valar to hear, but her eyes tear all the more with no answer. For the end of her people, and the end of her world have all faded in the same breath. . . "

Homage to Tolkien

My story takes place in Middle Earth, but it is not quiet the same world as in The Lord of the Rings. For many things have changed: Hobbiton is no more, its people dispersed, Gondor and Rohan not even mentioned, Haradrim is over run by the Barukian Empire. The dwarves of Kazuldum, vanished with only a trace of their desendants left in a western divided land. The elves... departed. With all but a remnant who stayed behind at the Grey Havens, now called Mithar.

The more things change the more they remain the same; for the old world has passed away yet its troubble ever remain the same.

Just as the Nephilim, who once walked the Middle Lands before Noah's day, caused chaos so too does their mentality remain in our world today. For the greedful lust of man's heart, and his desire to find himself apart from that chaos continues to be an elusive dream worthy of the search.

I'm still writing on my story, but new twists, and turns come up. New characters find their way into its landscape, which I've not met before. Finding a way to give them all voices is proving to be a challenge; not to mention all the mechanics involved in the storytelling process to begin with, is interesting - so bear with me...

Farewell to the GHOSHT

I hate to surf the net and then come across a blog I enjoy, then like so many others they have to move on to other things in life. I have enjoyed Dade Ghost's comments and site as it has been one of the many sources of encouragments to me. Thank you and I wish you only the best. Soon I may need to move on as well and hope I have touched others as he has touched us...

Namaste!