There are many weavers, who work into the pattern the experience of (of our) lives. When one generation goes, another comes to take up the weft where it has been dropped. The pattern changes as the mind changes, yet never begins quite anew. At first, we are not sure that we discern the pattern, but at last we see that, unknown to the weavers themselves, something has taken shape before our eyes, and that they have made something very beautiful, something which compels our understanding. ---- Earl W. Count
Hoping to wrestle a volunteer into an interviewer/interviewee situation... and see where it takes us.
What do you do with your days? What do you usually do to pass the time? If you wish, give me an example of what a routine day would consist of, for you...?
There is no such thing as routine in any part of my world. I don't do ANYTHING at regular times or days. A large part of my week is spent out n about looking for work just now. When I'm relaxing, I'm chatting here, msn, or a wap chat I use.
I've been writing (poetry, short stories) for a few years now, and I also listen to a LOT of music, music keeps me sane, well, as much as possible LOL
I tend to be a lazy alphabetiser, in that it starts out with the best of intentions, but 200 CDs later, the alphabet tends to re-order itself into A, B, C, D, Q, W, F, ah to hell with it! LOL
What sort of boy? *taking time to compose this answer* :) People that know me well NOW find this hard to believe, but I was painfully shy as a young child (under 9-10yo), but that changed when I was forced to live on the street at age 11.
Now, having recently turned 40, most of those years are, at best, a vague blur. I was using drugs, quite dangerous drugs at times for most of those years. I don't remember (up to) 80% of my life between the ages of 14-18. 'Surviving' isnt the right word either, 'existing' perhaps, just BEING. It saddens me to know that I have no (or little memory) of that time, I feel it was stolen from me.
I survived (there's that word again) by stealing, and other petty crime.
I know you're into art - body art. Can you tell me (and the audience) a little about your interests and tastes here, and possibly what it means, what it does, for you?
What other interests/hobbies do you have ongoing at the moment?
Body art, like any art, will get my attention ONLY if its 'outside the box,' anything unusual, and if it makes me smile, or (in the case of animated at) turns me on, well so much the better LOL.
My other interests are perhaps a little eclectic, but include writing, body piercing, building and repairing PCs, which I've done for a l;arge part of today, drawing (on occasion) and cooking :)
Piercing is an indirest remnant of my childhood, with piercing, no-one controls the pain but ME :) I currently have 12 piercings, all in my ears, (so far) though I am considering getting my eyebrow done again, and Im currently designing my 1st tattoo.
I don't pierce other people YET, but will be undertaking a brief piercing course in the next few months :)
My single greatest achievemnet is EASILY my four beautiful, amazing children.
If you're asking about the aspects of life I value, then the answer is what SHOULD be important to more people. Love, and Friendship (true and unconditional friendship).
I have the perogative to hoose :) and I have actually chosen to share a story with you, rather than a poem :)
always
For as long as he remembers, he has always been a gardener. Even as he worked in that factory for forty years, he was a gardener stifled my concrete walls. Since he retired many years ago, his love of the land had taken a stronger hold.Today, in his 87thyear, it all seems somehow ..... changed. He doesn't understand, but something, has changed here.
He sees his lovely wife. Without doubt, he knows she will have a few words of reassurance for him. She always does. He loves her so deeply. They have been soulmates for so long now, married almost sixty years. She looks, gazing lovingly at the beautiful gardens he has created with love, love for gardens, love for her. She seems surprised, but somehow .... sad.
He touches her shoulder, and whispers, "I love you." She wraps her shawl tighter, and smiles. She whispers, "I know." He has always tended these beautiful gardens. They reflect the love in her eyes, for him. Why should that change now, simply because he passed away yesterday .....
CAMERA SPANS THE AUDIENCE WHO ARE AGHAST AND DEEPLY MOVED
That was an incredibly moving and emotional story Raven.
I know it took my breath away and I can understand, in the re-reading of that, why you need to write.
Thank you Raven. You are undoubtedly a gentleman and a gentle man, whose soothing and loving state touches all of those with whom he has come in touch.
So Raven, and for all of us who hunger for the truth in life, I thank you for being my guest today.
They really really ARE appreciated. Its so nice (for me) to know you guys were in the audience, and for Rav to know of your feedback for his heartfelt interview. Cheers guys and big smiles - really.
