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Upon these pages, shall I exhibit my own works and thoughts, revealing myself for the purpose of allowing these inner forces to grow and breathe of the same air that sustains every other part of me.. I am not encumbered in this realm by fears of what others may think or how my thoughts may appear outside of my own mind. I shall place no restrictions upon myself here except to be always honest and forthright, and perhaps even...hopeful. |
| None shall find their presence unwelcome here, but only few--if any--will find this place welcoming. There is no danger, except my own in making known this hidden self who has finally found her own name, her own voice...and refuge.... |
| This place belongs to Xanthus, a created personna who embodies the free and bold spirit yet captive within the tortured and tremulous soul, who once cried without wane for release and sanction. In this space, freedom's pleas are realized and imagination's musings are given heed and substance. This shall be my entrance, my escape...my refuge. |
| The iris is, without debate, the most beautiful flower of God's creation. Delicate, lacy petals folding open with graceful splendor to reveal its regal bloom...a uniquely sweet bouquet that lingers and woos...vibrant colours that draw one's eye away from all others to admire the elegant blossom that towers above others, atop staunch and sturdy stem. Its beauty has no peer. I have dedicated an entire section of this site to graphics of irises. CLICK HERE to view.. |
I'm not certain of when my fascination and kindredship began with this species, although I remember that whenever I travelled--which, in younger years, was all the time--I always believed my path to be right and safe when it was flanked by a Red-wing. Superstition, perhaps, but it was an undeniable feeling of assuredness. My mother instilled in me my appeciation for birds, teaching me their names, calls and lore throughout my childhood. I've searched, but have yet to find a mythical reference to the Red-wing, although I'm certain there must be something. For now, though, I'm satisfied to consider these birds my "messengers"...and I keenly watch for their company wherever I go. |
| This is my totem, my talisman, my familiar: the Red-wing Blackbird. Easily overlooked by most as it perches atop corn stalks at roadsides...until it takes flight--a flash of brilliant red with a spark of yellow, swooping and climbing narrowly in its distinctive pattern. |
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| PAGE II--miscellaneous graphics, just for fun... ~*~ PAGE III--even more graphics! (It really is fun!!) |
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