Yes I have danced with the Wolves they are my children

I will be leaving this evening for a 3 week trip. I will be back soooooooo please don't forget me. !!  Huggs to all    Timberwolf +++

The Chill is apon me. The fire isn't warming me. I can't feel the warmth. Why is this?  It's always been there before.

 

The Chill is apon me. It's dark. Am I blind? The fire isn't filling the room with it's light. Why is this? It's always been there before.

 

The Chill is apon me. I can't hear the crackling of the fire. Am I deaf?  Why is this? It's always been there before.

 

 The Chill is apon me. The fire is nothing but embers. Have I no spark? Why is this? It's always been there before.

 

The Chill is apon me. The fires warmth is gone. The fires light is gone. The fires sound is gone. The fire is gone. Nothing but smoke. Is there any hope??????  

 

Is the passion of the fire gone? Will the smoke turn to embers? Will the embers turn to the fire I once knew? Will the sound of the fire crackel? Will the fire show it's beautiful glow. Will the fire give me warmth before it's to late?

 

The Chill is apon me.     Written by          Timberwolf +++

As you are walking along the beach, bare foot and happy you see in the corner of your eye a shinny object. It is half in sand and other half in the roots of a palm tree. You walk over and you think it's a tresure chest. You start digging and to your surprise it was a tresure chest. You completely dig it up and drag it under the palm tree. It,s big and it has a chain. And on the chain was attached a key.  You notice there was a lock on it.  So you figure key = lock = open = treasure = no more worries !. You put the key in the lock and before you turn the key you see some writting on the chest. You read it and it said , The Chest of Choices. Inside of this chest are choices you must make. And here are the choices.

 

1. Inside of this chest may contain mist. This mist will soak into your body and you will die a horrible death. You will suffer for 2 weeks before you die.

 

2. Inside of this chest may contain a cure. A cure for every diease known to man.

 

3. Inside of this chest may contain Death. Instant death. No suffering just instant death.

 

4. Inside of this chest may contain Peace. Peace on earth like never seen before. Just pure love and peace.

 

5. Inside of this chest may contain no more poverty. No hunger, home for everyone, jobs .

 

6. Inside of this chest may contain Tresures. Tresures of gold coins, jewels, all the money you can ever spend.

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There is one word I am looking for in your answer,,,,                         Timberwolf +++

 

This is kind of long but worth the read. It does have a meaning behide it, I promise you, Enjoy !

 

There was a caterpillar named Donald. He kept telling his family and friends he is going to be a big beautiful butterfly one day. Nothing was going to get in his way. Donald said he will be so famous, everyone will see and know Donald the big beautiful butterfly. He is going to be the best. So Donald was thinking how can I do this. I know, I need to find the biggest tree to climb and eat of the best leaves. Donald found his tree. A 100 foot oak. Big and healthy, tall and full of leaves. But Donald saw that there were other caterpillars on his tree.

 

This won't do ! So Donald starting climbing to the top. A week later Donald found himself 20 feet up. His family and friends came to see him. Donald please come with us to SEE the beautiful forest, animals, clouds. Go away can't you see I am busy. As Donald climbed higher, knocking off other caterpillars on his tree. This is my tree!! Another week went by, He is 40 feet up.  His family and friends came to see him again. Donald please come with us to HEAR the birds sing. I have no time. I must get to the top. Another week, 30 feet up now. His family and friends came to see him once more. Donald please come with us to TASTE the sweet nectar of the flowers. How can I be the most famous and beautiful butterfly if I take time to do that ??

 

Three weeks went by, 60 feet up is Donald. His family and friends came to see him. Donald please come with us to TOUCH the moist, lush grass below. No I said !! I want everyone to see me as the best butterfly ever. Donald was getting tired of nothing but work, work, work, trying to get to the top. Still knocking off other caterpillars off his tree. Finally a month later. He made it !! I am at the top yelled Donald. He made it to the top with no other caterpillars, just him up there. All by his self. Now I must eat the leaves and make my cocoon. I got the best tree, the best leaves, the best branches. I have it all. And it was me that did it, me,me,me all me.

 

His family and friends came to see him two months later. Donald please come with us to SMELL the beautiful rain that just fell. People don't you understand !! I am at the top, with the best of everthing, and my cocoon is nearly finished. I wan't everone to see me this way. To see me, I worked and worked while you were taking the time to SEE the beautiful forest, animals, clouds, to HEAR the birds sing, to TASTE the sweet nectar of the flowers, to TOUCH the moist, lush grass below and  SMELL the beautiful rain that just fell. You people are to simple for me !! Simple, simple, simple. Go away awhile I finish my work.. The cocoon was finished.

 

Two months later. The day came. The cocoon was bursting. Yes out came the biggest, the most beautiful butterfly ever. It was Donald ! His family and friends were butterflies as well. But not like Donald. They were plain, happy and simple butterflies. Donald said see look at me, all this work paid off ! look at me!! Ok family and friends lets do the things you wanted me to do while I was trying to make it to the top, all work and no rest. lets start off by Tasting the sweet nectar off the beautifull flowers.

 

 So Donald and his family and friends flew to the flowers. Donald tasted the sweet nectar. Oh look what I was missing all this time then SWOOP !!!!

The net called death swooped Donald up just in a split second. To fast for Donald to know what happened. Then the voice of death said, Look what a big, beautiful butterfly, it will look nice in my collection. I want everyone to see him. He will be famous !

 

So death stuck a pin in Donalds chest and Donald is dead. Donald is now in a display case for everyone to see him. And once a year his family and friends come to see Donald and weep. Are you that Donald????? Do you understand what I am trying to say. I think you do.....

 

Written by   Timberwolf +++

 

 

 

It's cold this evening. The lights are off. But I stare into the fire. The warm crackling fire. I stare in a daze, thinking of my past on what I have done and where I have been. I take another sip of cognac. The lights are off. No noise, just the crackling of the warm fire. I stare some more. Thinking of what I could have had. And who I could have been with. I am a stuburn fool. I take another sip. The lights are off. I stare into the fire once more. thinking why did I do those things in the past and why I went where I went. The lights are off. One more sip. Each flame of the fire represents each day of my life. Each flame is different, but are they different? All I do know is each day goes up in flames and you can never get that time back.

 

  The lights are off. I finish my last sip. It's starting to snow. How beautiful the sight of snow flakes falling so slowly. I get up and pour two fingers of cognac into my sniffter. I lean back in my chair watching the snow fall. The lights are off. Each snow flake represents a day of my life. I go outside and catch a snow flake. It melts in my hand. It's gone and that snow flake will never be again.  Each snow flake is different, but are they? There is truth to the flames and the snow flakes.  You decide what to do each day of your life. You can flame or melt away or you can live. The lights are off.     It's your choice.                                    Timberwolf+++