Overlooking the Monterey Bay is a breathtaking thing. In fact, I think looking out on any ocean must be humbling. As I view this vast body of water, I cannot help but think about the life that lives below the surface. In that beautiful, blue sea lies a vast bounty of incredible creatures that the mind’s eye cannot even begin to imagine or comprehend. Within the very depths of its bowels are creatures that have yet to be discovered.
The life within the ocean only brushes upon the surface of the magic of its waters. My educated mind knows that across those waters lies a foreign land. I cannot see it, but I know it is there. The people in that land live in a different culture, a different climate, and even a different time zone. Not so long ago, it would have almost been viewed as a different world.
The ocean seems almost to be a gateway to another dimension and, while I gaze upon its beauty, I am humbled to be a creature of this world.
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In the shadows of the trees, he stands. Watching. Waiting. The arrow is taught against his string. He feels the muscles in his arm and shoulder tensed and ready. All he must do is release. The waiting is truly the hardest part. Through the bushes and overgrowth, he can hear the animal moving. It draws closer, yet he does not waiver. He cannot afford the luxury of fear, for it would only mean the end for him.
The animal closes in, and now he can hear it breathing. In this instant, most would have run. He does not. The warrior inside of him would never allow him to run. He stands his ground, waiting for the wicked beast to emerge.
It does not disappoint. The animal lumbers toward him at great speed. He does not allow himself to feel anything as he progresses through the movements, for he cannot afford to. He takes aim, steadying his hand, and releases. Muscles, instantly merciful for the loss of the strain, help guide his hand back to his quiver from memory. He draws another arrow.
It is not necessary. The beast falls to its belly on the carpet of the forest floor in front of him. He walks to it and taps it with his boot. No movement. The beast is dead. He turns, and walks deeper into the forest.
It is sometimes said that the heart of a true warrior lies in what he does in the first moments of battle. Does he stay and fight to the death? Does he flee? It is in these moments, when faced with true danger, that the warrior is made.
This warrior was not made to flee. He was made to fight. He may live many years, or he may be killed fighting off a beast. Either way, he will not become a victim to his fear. The archer lives another day, deep in the heart of the forest.
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Thorn on mighty stem
broken from the bow,
blood red leaves fold within
and whither slowly unto now.
In the rose’s final hour
the last leaf falls upon the floor,
and as a tear falls down upon it
the rose blossoms nevermore.
I wrote this a few years ago. Now that I look back at it, it reminds me a bit of Nothing Gold Can Stay, the famous poem by Robert Frost. I’m pretty sure that poem is my personal inspiration for writing this, although I didn’t realize it at the time. In telling you this, I find myself transported back to Pony Boy reading that poem to Johnny in The Outsiders. Reading S. E. Hinton was my first introduction to that specific piece of poetry, and I have been in love with it ever since. “Stay gold, Pony Boy.”
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One of my favorite authors once said that the written word is a form of telepathy, of transference of ideas through thoughts and mental images. Right now, you and I are having a meeting of the minds. I hope you enjoy what is to follow.
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