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12/21/2011 5:56 pm

One down, two to go. Finished my Capstone project yesterday...it's supposed to be the culmination of all I've learned, a business plan. It actually wasn't too bad although I worked through most of two nights to finish early and then slept fourteen hours straight. Think my body is trying to tell me something. I'm listening, sort of. I'll sleep lots more next year...maybe. For right now, I've got too much to do in a very short time.

Delivered Christmas gifts to my office and I was thrilled when gifts I wasn't sure of really pleased people. One of my co-workers loves bling and I wasn't sure the necklace I bought her wasn't too blingy...but she really loved it. I gave Michelle a great cookbook to go with her snowflake. It was titled, "Anyone Can Cook!" She took one look at it, giggled, and said, "I doubt it. If I haven't learned in 40 years, what makes you think I'll learn now?" And my boss couldn't stop playing with the eagle I gave him. It was the wood...parasite wood? I have no idea, but it had wonderful folds and textures. The guy who got the pink ipad cover? He just laughed...especially when he read the "Mine!" written all over it...and the NACHO IPAD! I had more fun with that gift.

Michelle gave me a dictionary of sarcasm. Y'all should be really scared now. Like I needed help. But I love it and I've been giggling at some things I never thought of before. It's going to be up there with one of my most used gifts...along with the Scrabble Dictionary another friend gave me several years ago. I think it's about ready to fall apart and I'll have to replace it, cause Michelle and I use it daily to look up words she says I've made up. One of these days I'm going to get her to kiss the other side of my butt....don't dare a word lover.

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It isn't the day, it's the heart. It isn't the gift, it's the love. It isn't the songs, but the melody that plays throughout the sharing.

My soul misses you. We wait so long, hoping to find that which makes us greater, which shows us love we cannot comprehend until it fills us so completely that we do not wish to exist alone. Your love is the river cascading over half-submerged rocks to tumble into my heart.

For an eternity have I searched without ceasing, knowing only that you exist, knowing only that I can feel you on the web of all life, hear your voice, feel your heart beating, yet wander though I might, I cannot find you. It is not mine to find but rather the longest gift of time, to bring two hearts which beat in harmony with the wind together, binding back the foibles of fate. And so I wait.

I wait for the weaver to bring closer the tapestry of our lives into one cohesive piece. I wait for the moment in which our paths are brought together once again, melded into one, bonded, destined. I wait writing the story as it is spoken to my soul, knowing that my words find footing in your heart, my words remind you, my words shape echoes into patterns, for I am the storyteller...and you are the story.

I miss you with a physical pain. Heart charred from conflagrations with no meaning, it hungers for the soothing waters of your love. Soul burdened with the knowledge of your presence, the ache of your absence is like claws slivering skin from freshly healed wounds. You have bound my eternity to a destiny I did not choose, yet would not forsake. It is but a memory but it passes so deeply that I cannot unwind it from skin. Absorbed, we are entwined.

I melt the anger from open, seeping wounds enshrouding your hope, you heal the broken dreams I dare not share. Let me fill your life with laughter as you bring order to my world, let me open your dreams to reality as you widen the view from which I write the songs, let me love you once again...as once we loved...my heart remains....

...yours.

Feel the passion, walk in peace, live in love....Ari

jeanmahal

994 posts

12/21/2011 8:13 pm

That's good sounds like your one for x mas gift...me too I'm done early but mostly for kids...

Call me jean for short mahal

explourer

7614 posts

12/24/2011 1:20 am

"It isn't the day, it's the heart. It isn't the gift, it's the love. It isn't the songs, but the melody that plays throughout the sharing".

And then I continued to read on...by the time I was done,I felt the drops of tears...snif snif...
Your words had such an effects on my heart...

"I miss you with a physical pain. Heart charred from conflagrations with no meaning, it hungers for the soothing waters of your love".

Each and every sentence,paragraphs, words had deeply meanings...Profound!!!!