Well, I know of one lovely couple that are getting married very, very soon. So for them and anyone else who is taking that walk down the aisle ... or maybe pledging their lives to each other on a beach, in a garden, a forest, a castle ... or even on twin bungie cords, who knows ... may the sun shine on your day and the rest of your lives together.
This goes out to all of you:
A Wedding Wish
Now shines the sun on this our pleasant land
And field and hedge are clothed in green and white,
Now to this perfect setting, hand in hand,
Come two, so dear to us, their troth to plight.
Now gather kith and kin from every part
To witness vows exchanged betwixt these two.
True meeting 'tis of mind and soul and heart.
Their love shall grow as each day dawns anew.
Now wish we all, for you, upon this day,
A life of love, of harmony, of bliss.
To have, to hold, to honour and obey,
A heartfelt promise made, sealed with a kiss.
From all of us who cannot be there too,
Warm wishes, hopes and fondest love to you.
Amararti
AMx
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Saturday, 14 June 2008
Saturday, 9 June 2007
Friendship ...
Did you know that there is a drink called "Three Stages of Friendship" ? Found this on drinknation.com:
Combine the following in a shot glass:
1 part Jack Daniel's
1 part overproof Rum (151 proof)
1 part white Tequila
it gets a 9/10 rating - mind you, only 2 votes so far - presumably the rest are still passed out in a gutter somewhere .... lol. Mind you - further research turned up a different recipe for friendship on drinkswap.com. They recommend the following - again combined in a shot glass:
1 oz Vodka
1/3 oz Tequila
1/3 oz Bourbon
Mmm - oh well - I guess you can have more that one friend - at any stage.
The most important ingredient (apart from a bottle of Tequila!) would seem to be a good friend to catch you as you fall off the barstool, to pick you up out of the gutter and to support as you stagger home. Maybe those are the three stages of friendship.
Or maybe - after the introductions, the getting to know you stage, the steady growth of regard and trust - a good friend, a close and lasting friend, is someone who will not judge you for your shortcomings, someone who understands you enough to know when to pick you up when you are down and when to leave you where you fell, to lie on your back and contemplate the stars (although they might check you for head injuries and throw a blanket over you before leaving you to your contemplation). Above all a friend is someone who you can trust to be there to take care of you when you need it. After all - you would do the same for them ...
Good friends are few and far between, in a world full of billions of people how many do we truly connect with at anything more than a superficial level? While many would argue that they are happy with their own company the reality is that your own company can be an emotional wasteland. Of course friends can hurt you, and who could hurt you more than someone who knows you inside and out? But to deny yourself friendship because of the risk of getting hurt is really to commit emotional suicide and condemn yourself to your own lonely wasteland.
On that note:
Beneath The Shell
A curtain of hostility I wove
between myself and you to save me pain.
Resolved to live my life bereft of love,
sure that my work would always keep me sane.
I had no need for friends, called no man brother.
Stepped back from friendship well before the start.
No time for sister, family or lover,
Let quest for new discoveries shield my heart.
But I must reassess my self control.
I see now how our lives are intertwined
and I myself must play a leading role
to safeguard all the fragile ties that bind.
From friendship and from love I will not flee.
No man can be an island now I see.
by Amararti
Treasure your friends,
AMx
Combine the following in a shot glass:
1 part Jack Daniel's
1 part overproof Rum (151 proof)
1 part white Tequila
it gets a 9/10 rating - mind you, only 2 votes so far - presumably the rest are still passed out in a gutter somewhere .... lol. Mind you - further research turned up a different recipe for friendship on drinkswap.com. They recommend the following - again combined in a shot glass:
1 oz Vodka
1/3 oz Tequila
1/3 oz Bourbon
Mmm - oh well - I guess you can have more that one friend - at any stage.
The most important ingredient (apart from a bottle of Tequila!) would seem to be a good friend to catch you as you fall off the barstool, to pick you up out of the gutter and to support as you stagger home. Maybe those are the three stages of friendship.
Or maybe - after the introductions, the getting to know you stage, the steady growth of regard and trust - a good friend, a close and lasting friend, is someone who will not judge you for your shortcomings, someone who understands you enough to know when to pick you up when you are down and when to leave you where you fell, to lie on your back and contemplate the stars (although they might check you for head injuries and throw a blanket over you before leaving you to your contemplation). Above all a friend is someone who you can trust to be there to take care of you when you need it. After all - you would do the same for them ...
Good friends are few and far between, in a world full of billions of people how many do we truly connect with at anything more than a superficial level? While many would argue that they are happy with their own company the reality is that your own company can be an emotional wasteland. Of course friends can hurt you, and who could hurt you more than someone who knows you inside and out? But to deny yourself friendship because of the risk of getting hurt is really to commit emotional suicide and condemn yourself to your own lonely wasteland.
On that note:
Beneath The Shell
A curtain of hostility I wove
between myself and you to save me pain.
Resolved to live my life bereft of love,
sure that my work would always keep me sane.
I had no need for friends, called no man brother.
Stepped back from friendship well before the start.
No time for sister, family or lover,
Let quest for new discoveries shield my heart.
But I must reassess my self control.
I see now how our lives are intertwined
and I myself must play a leading role
to safeguard all the fragile ties that bind.
From friendship and from love I will not flee.
No man can be an island now I see.
by Amararti
Treasure your friends,
AMx
Saturday, 2 June 2007
Fateful Day ...
Ripped from my soul - in honour of "Sunday" ...
What can I say ...
It wasn't your fault ...
Mythology has it that each of our lives is but a thread spun out by the Fates - three sisters who are blind to and uncaring of the loves and friendships of the mortal world. One spins, one measures and one cuts the thread .... they truly are The Powers That Be ...
Don't dispair ...
AMx
What can I say ...
It wasn't your fault ...
Mythology has it that each of our lives is but a thread spun out by the Fates - three sisters who are blind to and uncaring of the loves and friendships of the mortal world. One spins, one measures and one cuts the thread .... they truly are The Powers That Be ...
Don't dispair ...
AMx
Sunday, 20 May 2007
The Perils of Fatherhood ...
Would Rodney McKay (SGA) make a good father?
We may never find out - unless the script writers resurrect a storyline abandoned in the planning of season 4 (if Joe Mallozzi is to be believed -- and I can never be quite certain when he is joking). McKay has always seemed to be as allergic to kids as he (supposedly) is to lemons. But, just as an actual allergy to citric acid, given its presence in all mamalian life forms (remember the Krebs Cycle?) is almost unheard of -- maybe Rodney's intolerence to children would also prove insubstanial as his need for a family makes itself felt.
We may never know, but there again:
Someday ... Maybe ...
Yes, yes, I know that we once children were.
But really 'tis a time best left forgot.
The adult world I really much prefer,
so please don't face me with some snot-nosed tot.
Maybe they should remain inside a cage
To save them from themselves, you understand,
Until they've gained more suitable an age
to pay their way and lend a helping hand.
But here is one that greets me with such glee,
and as I look down on her upturned face,
her little arms wrapped tight about my knee,
that look of love fair makes my poor heart race.
That tiny hand in mine does not feel bad,
Know what? I'd someday like to be called ... Dad
by Amararti
(inspired by 'McKay & Mrs Miller')
McKay a father ... imagine that ...
There are however perils and pitfalls to be considered, sleepness nights and 4am feeds, diapers, teething, tantrums ... riding the carousel (again Daddy!) with a smile even though your adult inner ear has matured to a point where motion sickness is a very real concern ... and then there is ice skating ... you've skied down black runs many times so how hard can donning a pair of skates and taking to the ice really be? Anything for her ... who could resist those big green eyes, that impish smile ...
Two hours later, from A&E you phone your (wiser, much wiser) better half ... "um - the doc says it's broken in three places ... "
And later - your right arm in plaster to the elbow ... your broken wrist aching like a son-of-a-bitch - you ponder ...
Was it worth it?
For her ... for that smile ...
Of course it was.
To all the Dads out there, you're doing a great job - keep it up ...
AMx
( ... and yes, my day has been kind of ... interesting ... )
We may never find out - unless the script writers resurrect a storyline abandoned in the planning of season 4 (if Joe Mallozzi is to be believed -- and I can never be quite certain when he is joking). McKay has always seemed to be as allergic to kids as he (supposedly) is to lemons. But, just as an actual allergy to citric acid, given its presence in all mamalian life forms (remember the Krebs Cycle?) is almost unheard of -- maybe Rodney's intolerence to children would also prove insubstanial as his need for a family makes itself felt.
We may never know, but there again:
Someday ... Maybe ...
Yes, yes, I know that we once children were.
But really 'tis a time best left forgot.
The adult world I really much prefer,
so please don't face me with some snot-nosed tot.
Maybe they should remain inside a cage
To save them from themselves, you understand,
Until they've gained more suitable an age
to pay their way and lend a helping hand.
But here is one that greets me with such glee,
and as I look down on her upturned face,
her little arms wrapped tight about my knee,
that look of love fair makes my poor heart race.
That tiny hand in mine does not feel bad,
Know what? I'd someday like to be called ... Dad
by Amararti
(inspired by 'McKay & Mrs Miller')
McKay a father ... imagine that ...
There are however perils and pitfalls to be considered, sleepness nights and 4am feeds, diapers, teething, tantrums ... riding the carousel (again Daddy!) with a smile even though your adult inner ear has matured to a point where motion sickness is a very real concern ... and then there is ice skating ... you've skied down black runs many times so how hard can donning a pair of skates and taking to the ice really be? Anything for her ... who could resist those big green eyes, that impish smile ...
Two hours later, from A&E you phone your (wiser, much wiser) better half ... "um - the doc says it's broken in three places ... "
And later - your right arm in plaster to the elbow ... your broken wrist aching like a son-of-a-bitch - you ponder ...
Was it worth it?
For her ... for that smile ...
Of course it was.
To all the Dads out there, you're doing a great job - keep it up ...
AMx
( ... and yes, my day has been kind of ... interesting ... )
Monday, 7 May 2007
Tao of Rodney ...
One careless moment ego steers me wrong.My coding is unraveled and re-made.
But early fear of changes fly ere long
and role of super hero now is played.
Now say you I must lay my burden down
and cease to seek to find all answers sought,
use softer words than those for which I'm known,
I must relinquish self, become as naught.
Sorrow, and love for me from each good friend,
but wait, as now I float in darkness vast,
and seemingly my journey nears its end,
the light of realisation dawns at last.
All is not lost, myself I can regain.
Awake to find that "Yes, I'm me again!"
by Amararti
For all those of you who love Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay (as portrayed by David Hewlett) and this very special episode in particular.
No copyright infringement intended - just showing my appreciation ...
AMx
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