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a fin de cuentas

Posted in Alberto Replanski, Community, Steveston, Story, Uncatagorized, Writing with tags , , , , , on December 9, 2010 by Erikakw

When all words are said and done closure and an end comes. Gracias and Thank you to each person who has visited Salon~unidad over these past two years.

I began this blog to commemorate a special friendship, my brief time with Alberto Replanski and lessons learned at Living Stone Studio.

As of the end of this month October 2010, I finish posting. I will let Salon~unidad be, eventually in good time I will remove the content and delete the blog.

Further installments of A Liger‘s Tale and CSL Files 217 will continue to be published elsewhere.

It has been a worthy and wonderful adventure to use this blog as a means of expression for my own words and many words of other people, some of whom I know personally that have come along my path.

Thank you, Gracias and Merci— for visiting and for reading ~ Erika


now

Posted in 21st century, Art, Artists, Living, quotidian, Steveston, Story, The Desert, The Path with tags , , , , , , , on November 30, 2009 by Erikakw

there

is no easy

if it pleases
you

try to come
to terms with

life being unfair
most of the time

work with that
find a way

perhaps this day

Gaze at Goodness

Posted in Apprentice, Art, Artists, Celebrations, Kairos, La amistad, Living, Poetry, Steveston, Story, The Path, The Wild, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 15, 2009 by Erikakw

If you keep

looking

at Goodness

you can’t help

but remain

open to

possibilities

Do not turn your

gaze elsewhere

For if you do

it will be like

Hallowe’en

All kinds of ghosts

goblins demons

and creatures

will assail you

It will be later

and you’ll have

spent a long time

mucking about in ditches

Stay away from that

narrow channel in the ground

Eventually you will be found

in the light

walking along upright

as you gaze at Goodness

bollado

Posted in 21st century, Apprentice, Art, Artists, Cats, Chronos, Living, Soldier, Steveston, Story, The Desert, The Fraser River, The Path, The Wild, Wild Flower with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 2, 2009 by Erikakw

leading up to the beginning of the end of the beginning she broke herself on the craggy rocks pebbles stones the glass cut her and she bled all over herself

it was a unhappy day not quite what she had expected

but she soldiered and warrior~ed her way through a portal that called her into a destiny marked by a identifiable force within that she could not stop

it was the flow the stream that took her to the edge

excite~able, mall~able, sad happy all at once she believed herself to be closer to the truth than she ever had been and she was loving the river the wind the invisible

how did she get to the path to the golden divergent

chasing the invisible had always been the way known from the beginning of the beginning it would remain to the end of the end until the river beneath the river be found

frivolous forlorn a wee bit frantic she stood still and observed paciencia

~a gift given not a merit earned

A Liger’s Tale, XIII. Suited Up

Posted in Alchemy, Animals, Apprentice, Cats, Chronos, Kairos, Metallurgy, Soldier, Steveston, Story, The Path, Trade with tags , , , , , , , , on August 16, 2009 by Erikakw

“There is no better time than now–precisely, wonderful, done”, Kiera thought.

The Foundry was open from sun down to sun up, closed in the day and working and active through the night, she liked this. Incredibly, it was happening again as she approached, the visceral response to the odour exuding from the Foundry.

It took her back to the beginning as always yet here she was coming full circle back to el futuro,  to the Foundry for her suit of armor (armour). She understood the process of extractive metallury was lengthy, but well worth it. All it entailed was for the metal to be converted with either oxide or sulphur, from ore the extraction came chemically or electrolytically. Ionic bonding had always fascinated Kiera, that is, the bond formed by the attraction between two oppositely charged ions.

She called ahead to give forewarning of her arrival, remarkably cellular technology had advanced so rapidly in the last 45 years that animals used it as easily as humans, and liger’s at that!

Remembering vividly the time she called El Bajo to confirm that indeed the sextant made of alum-ore was hers, how happy she was to share the gift of that knowledge with him.

These days it was not a paw or hand held device it was an implant. Of late the implant had persisted to give her trouble, it was not always like this. There was a time when the implant was invisible to her eyes unfeeling to her skin. It had only been in the last 18 moons that there was agitation with it. Still she continued to make use of it for now, it was a convenience and a welcome one.

Kiera thinking…Metal: an ordered collection of positive ions surrounded by a fog or cloud of delocalized electrons.

The thought of it aroused shivers, a discernable physical luxury she relished each time she contemplated metal.

“Enough, I am going to be suited up and that is excitement alone for one day” she chided herself. “one last thought and this will be the end of it and then I will concentrate I promise Hmv….”

“The ‘beauties’….Metals and Alloys….they are in this order….

~aluminum~gunmetal~solder~antimony~iron~stainless steel~brass~iridium~steel~bronze~lead~tin~cast iron~magnesium~titanium~chrome~steel~mercury ~tungsten~chromium~nickel~uranium~copper~pewter   ~white gold~cupronickel~platinum~zinc~gold and last but certainly not least silver”

“….very well done, now go into the Foundry they will be waiting for you.” said Hmv.

Food and drink, refreshment after the seditious journey was at hand. Best of all the suit, her suit custom made to fit with the utmost precision aligned to every contour of her body was awaiting her arrival. She would not be disappointed, the Foundry never duped its own.

One last look behind her, the sun was down, the gates open to the city, into the lovely Livan-drea, the sounds of the Foundry drew her into the night of her suiting the time of the quickening of Kairos. Night light surrounded her entry through the city gates, past the positioning perils–there was no movement in their presence. At this she took note and said,

“Gracias” to valor, vigilent and verve, passing the first level she continued onwards. “That was easy….”, she reckoned.

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Shieldmaiden (woman warrior)

Posted in Paolo Coelho, Soldier, Story, The Desert with tags , , , , , on August 11, 2009 by Erikakw

the-valkyries-by-paulo-coelho-97007

And each man kills the thing he loves,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword.

by Oscar Wilde from (The Valkyries)
Valkyrie in Norse mythology “chooser of the slain” is one of a host of female figures who select from those who have died in battle ~Wikipedia

A Liger’s Tale, IV. Kiera

Posted in Animals, Apprentice, Cats, Chronos, Kairos, Paolo Coelho, Steveston, Story, The Desert, The Path, The Wild, Wild Flower with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 24, 2009 by Erikakw

Keira
Kiera

So it began.

Kiera learned she was summoned to the monastery’s Other room which represented, The forth power: Time.

One fact remained she knew the name Ciara whom she was named after was an Irish saint who established a monastery at Kilkeary in the 7th century. Hmv began telling the story.

A carpenter and his apprentices were traveling through the province of Qi in search of building materials. They saw a giant tree; five men holding hands could not encompass its girth, and its crown reached almost to the clouds.

“Let’s not waste our time with this tree,” said the master carpenter. “It would take us forever to cut it down. If we wanted to make a ship out of that heavy trunk, the ship would sink. If we tried to use it to build a roof, the walls would have to be specially reinforced.”

The group continued on its way. One of the apprentices remarked, “Such a big tree and no use to anyone!” “That’s where you’re wrong,” said the master carpenter. “The tree was true to its own destiny. If it had been like all the others, we would have cut it down. But because it had the courage to be different, it will remain alive and strong for a long time.”

The master spoke this story through silence Kiera listened ears forward eyes fully open. She stood still~ difficult it was. Today extra effort. She understood without words exhanged.

Often timidity got the better of her today she felt strength within.

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