arran, arran
magical isle...
beckoning
pebble skipping close
cold winter sun
lighting
pepsodent peaks

how

how...some ask
do you stand the grey
the endless rain
which falls each day

how do you deal
with the biting cold
caressing your bones
as you grow old

the long dark hours
do they drive you mad
does the sparse sunshine
not make you sad

i am where i am
where i need to be
weather is weather
that simple, you see

our mind is the place
where our life joy lies
not the falling rain
or the cloudless skies

no matter which path
our life may take
we own the power
to control the ache

the joy, the love
reside in our mind
nature is beauty
our eyes might find

if we open ourselves
to the magic of now
remember our truth
we have fields to plough

then rain is rain
which needs to fall
the sun still shines
behind it all

All materials Copyright © 2004-2008 by Eryll Oellermann

a prince amongst women!

Thanks to a lead from hahnathome ... i woke up to a bit of fun! gotta love these tests.

Your Score: The Classic Lover

45% partner focus, 47% aggressiveness, 50% adventurousness

Based on the results of this test, it is highly likely that:



You prefer your romance and love to be traditional rather than daring or out-of-the-ordinary, you would rather be pursued than do the pursuing and, when it comes to physical love, you concentrate more on enjoying the experience rather than worrying about your performance.



This places you in the Lover Style of: The Classic Lover.



The Classic Lover is a wonderful Lover Style, and is the closest it comes to the classic images of the princess in the tower, or the romantic and chivalrous knight, or the hero/heroine from a Disney film. The Classic Lover is a treasure to find, though it can be difficult to do so because they sometimes tend to be shy and/or difficult to successfully court.



In terms of physical love, the Classic Lover again can be shy, and often needs more in terms of emotional security to feel comfortable than some of the other Types. Given the right setting, and the right lover, the Classic Lover can be a delight in bed.



Best Compatibility can probably be found with: The Romantic Lover (most of all) or the Devoted Lover, or the Liberated Lover.




and you?

when we gain through pain

pain wise, i was born lucky. my body seems able to deal with fairly large doses without causing me too much agony.

then there is toothache, damn, i don't deal well with toothache... turns me into a sniveling sissy, begging for drugs and the immediate attentions of a dentist.

itching...hmmm...don't do very well with itching either. i mean...well hell...you just can't stop it. can you?

so pain wise i have pretty well breezed through life. regular dental check ups are a must. and a dedicated avoidance of mosquitoes, spiders, bed bugs and other nasty, itch causing insects... definitely desirable.

and then...
two weeks ago...
the ice...
the slip...
the damaged knees...

hah! a lesson in humility.

my body has always served me well. it is a quick healing, self recovery specialist. so, i hurt myself, so, i heal... even operations...with surgical instruments. the pain potential is limited, two days of pain killers, i'm up and at 'em again.

not this time...no siree!
this time i did myself proud...two weeks after the event and we still have... knee lock...oh yeah.
i have learned to walk with a delicacy not previously explored. stairs?...uhuh...with care. do not trip, do not turn too fast, avoid small children and furry animals. forget bending...hell, who needs to bend anyway. slow is good, slow is safe...

i remember my impatience when i took my dad shopping. not that i said anything, probably didn't need to, dad could probably sense the negative energy of my angst and irritation a mile away. forgive my arrogance, forgive my lack of understanding, my total absense of empathy. dad was in his late eighties, early nineties...he was stiff and he was in pain.he was a brit, a gentleman of the old school...he taught us kids the pride of a stoic, the value of a stiff upper lip. he moved slowly because he was in pain, he never complained.
i used to wish that my dad would just let me do his shopping for him ... it would have been quicker! the only thing i did do right was fume with frustration and yet hold my tongue.
everyone has a right to their pride, their independence. so maybe when folk grow older...they slow down a little. so effin' what!
we just have to learn... where lies the true value of time?
if we have time to listen to the chatter of children and the experiences of the elderly...
if we have time to amble through the shops at a pace which suits our companion...
if we have time to hold a hand, touch an arm, rub a back, massage aching feet...

if we have time to give and accept these love gifts...

does it matter if dinner is a little late...
the ironing is not finished...
the grass unmowed...

these chores will always be there, always need doing. when we realize the value of our time, we will spend it...with wisdom, with those we love, with those who need us.

i still have dishes to wash and time aplenty to accomplish this and many other small tasks.
what would i give for an hour with my dad, an hour to take him shopping...at his pace. an hour to listen to his voice and his thoughts. an hour to hold his hand and feel his strength.

i am grateful for the pain in my knees, every twinge, the slowness of my gait...
reminds me of the value of my time and where i should choose to spend it.