Hinterlands

We travel into the Hinterlands.
The mist stands like a curtain,
All at once obscuring and enfolding the landscape,
Behind it's translucent veil.
There are monsters in the Hinterlands.
Creatures of pure, animate, Cold,
Which can pass through a man and stop his heart.
Beasts that appear to be more fang and fur, than flesh and bone.
Following the Forest Road we cross the Hinterlands.
These woods are deep and dark,
Ancient trees teaming with life.
Even the giant pines themselves seem to breathe and shift,
Nervous guardians over an uneasy peace.
It is often eerily quiet in the Hinterlands.
The apparent tranquility is a facade,
A carefully crafted lie of peacefulness,
Cunningly concealing the dangerous truth,
Of wildlife and OTHER life biding it's time awaiting prey.
'Ware the clearings in the Hinterwood.
The more crafty and sentient dwellers of the wood,
Make their homes in these open spaces,
And they don't take kindly to outsiders.
If you meet these folk of the Hinterland,
Show them not your teeth in a grin,
For it will be read as aggression,
And you may meet with a swift demise.
A show of the tongue through closed lips,
Like a contented bulldog,
Will express to the natives your passivity and welcoming disposition.
Guard your purse close in the Hinterwood.
For the aboriginal peoples are not the only life in the wood,
Of bipedal motion and opposable thumb.
Small, viscous bands of cut-purses make the forest their home,
And they are just as apt to cut a throat as they are a purse-string.
Time of travel matters not in the Hinterwood,
Day or night it is always dark.
The trees tower so tall as to not allow more than the merest trickle of sunlight,
Moonlight fares no better or worse,
Though entering the woods on a dark moon is never advised.
The wood is but the gateway to the Hinterlands,
Should you make it out their other end
You'll face a barren plain climbing toward mountains,
Peaks white and blue with ice and snow.
A long forbidding journey yet lies ahead.

Lost Futures

(Posted via my phone, later edited via PC :)

Lost and concerned, dazed and confused?

I never know what to do, my uncertain future has a hold on my heart.

The actions of my today are informed by my yesterday and shape my tomorrow.

The future terrifies me.

My past haunts me.

I live in the moment because it is the only time I can TOUCH..

The present is a present to my self with many wonders held within.

I want to hide myself inside that package,

surrender to an enveloping Now,

hide from my past and the terrible uncertainty of my future.

Is this box a trap?

Am I limiting myself,

and hindering the growth of my soul,

by stubbornly refusing to look either forward or back?

In my box, only living day to day, moment to moment..

am I missing the point of existence?

Time is an illusion, a man-made construct.

Who are WE to say you CAN'T live in the future or even the past?

Just because we "remember" something,

does that truly mean we've already "experienced" it?

Isn't it possible that,

what millions of people experience as Deja Vu,

are just future memories?

Our brains have so much processing power,

yet we only know of them using but a small portion of it.

Is the rest of the human mind just a giant space-time translator,

trying to keep us sane by making sense of our places in the universe

and displaying the sensory input in a linear and understandable output

that our perceptions can accept?

I don't know.

I simply know that I am concerned for my future,

(whatever that means)

and I feel LOST.

Sick...

It is a little interesting how something like coming down with a cold can lead to you forgetting about things like a blog.  More pressing things on my mind I guess. Like my SINUSES! Added on top of my abysmal attempt at flight of two weeks ago when I came off of a roof the fast and painful way, I have just not been that mindful of keeping up this blog lately.  With the bruised ribs from my fall, every sniffle and sneeze hurt my chest.  The sniffles aren't so bad, the sneezes are sudden and uncontrollable contractions of damaged muscles that do NOT want to be asked to JUMP in that fashion... those hurt :-P  I have decided that I will not take for granted all the little things like taking a deep breath, stretching, yawning, sneezing, coughing, sniffling, laughing, etc that just become more difficult and tinged with pain after sustaining a rib injury.  So this blog is just an update I guess, and an attempt to assuage my guilt over not having written a blog in a few days. 

I am already sick and tired of being sick and tired.  Hopefully I heal and recover from this illness quickly.  I will try to be more diligent with the blog posts. :)