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Wasp nest in San Ignacio, Belize.

Sorry Tolkien...I couldn't help myself

The Road goes ever on and on
In darkest shade; in brightest sun.
Through many a beautiful, shining dale
Past many a dank, haunted vale.
My path before me, I travel forward,
Not knowing what I travel To-ward.
Over hills, with elvish towns standing tall,
Under the mountains in dwarvish halls.
I keep on, for my treasure awaits,
And not even the twisted fates;
Can hold me back, as forward I run
'Til at last my quest is done.

--Eric Fulmer

Rejuvination

The Song of My Heart
by: Eric Fulmer

I see it in your eyes each time when we're together
I hear it in our laughs that go on and on forever
I feel it in our touch, when we're standing close.
Screaming out loud, but never verbose

That feeling that we hold inside
Wishing to show the world with pride
For in our hearts, our story is written
As for each other, we are smitten

Yeah...I know

So, this blog has been painfully neglected, but I haven't been in the writing mood for so long (not that this is necessarily a bad thing) that i've just about given up on it. Maybe the lightbulb will click on sometimes soon...who knows.

A Part To Play

It has been said that "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." So it seems fit to say that each of us has a part to play and that throughout our lives, we shape that part into our own personal character. No two characters exactly alike, but each based on a pattern that the play in which we live shapes for us.

How then is it that I have played every part? It seems as if I have in my comparatively short years played each role as if each were but a passing dream only to take up a new role in the morning. I've been the anchor that gives hope, the conscience that advises, the light that helps others find themselves, the mirror that allows others to see their true beauty, the easy-goer that seeks only to live, the seeker of thrills that lives life with no sense of consequences, the philosopher that seeks an answer for everything, the funny one that makes light of grave situations, the rebel that seeks to break away, the conformer that tries follow everything......and even with all these parts in my repertoire, one question looms unanswered in my mind:

Who am I?

The anchor tells me I am a rock that will not be moved, the philosopher tells me that I am the one who will find the answers, the rebel tells me I am the one that will enjoy life to its fullest, the light tells me that I am someone who will always be focused on others... It is as if my whole life has been one huge production, a play of epic proportions in which I am forced to play the parts that suit the scenes I find myself in, but I fear that when it is over, I will not be able to point to one in particular and say "You see that one, that character...that's what I'm really like, that's me."

At one moment, I find something that I can put my finger on, but then the scene changes and I'm something else entirely. It's as if my life is surrounded by fun-house mirrors contorting me one way and then another to the point where I wouldn't know my true reflection if I saw it.

Who am I?

A Face, A Thought, A Dream

by: Eric Fulmer

A face seen from a distance;
A face seen from an arm's length away.
Time slows just a bit
As my mind immortalizes the moment.
For that second, nothing else matters.
All is well.

A thought in a troubling time;
A thought like a life raft.
In it, my mind drifts away
To the refuge it holds.
In that moment, other cares float away.
Relief is found.

A dream that stays with me;
A dream bearing hope.
It waits for me
As a glint of what might be.
For its reckoning, I wait with patience.
Time will tell.