Tuesday, August 9, 2011

This Post is Titled: Amoniel Loves Mushrooms (But Her Camera Refuses to Acknowledge Their Beauty)




















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  1. The Silent RavenAugust 11, 2011 at 5:12 PM

    They're pretty little devils.

    Go into the garden and close your eyes.
    To open them and see that the topsoil jewels
    Have multiplied.

    Excuse me, but, erm, who are you, m' lady?

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  2. AmonielAugust 11, 2011 at 7:22 PM

    To see a rainforest, tropical or Oregonian, and all of those multicolored treasures of the fungus family, now that would be a memory treasured indeed.

    Pardon me, but I know not what you mean, sir.

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  3. The Silent RavenAugust 12, 2011 at 8:32 AM

    Only to ask: in your eyes, who are you?

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  4. AmonielAugust 12, 2011 at 1:33 PM

    Ah, the question that I so love to ask, only to have it stump everyone time and time again...

    I am constantly learning and changing, I honestly don't think I'm the same person I was five minutes ago.

    I am a person of many names contributing to the whole of one being; Amoniel/Lachnar, Nemo Ruess, Stargirl, and Kindra Bryn.
    I am the Whisper and the Howl.
    I am a bookworm, albeit not as much as I used to be. I am a Summer person, though I appreciate all the seasons in their beauty. I am a treehugger, a hippy, and a girl who occasionally contemplates vegetarianism for various reasons.
    I am a believer in impossibilities.
    I am homeschooled.
    I am a daughter of a father god and a mother god who almost no one knows but me, but that does not mean they know the wrong god or gods. I do not see myself as belonging to any one religion, rather, I see all religions as containing some of the truth, and this life is a great scavenger hunt for it. I think of myself as spiritual rather than religious.
    I am a girl who stands in the middle, seeing both sides, moved by both, but as independent as I need to be.
    I am a dancer, and an earthspeaker. I am an Orson Scott Card fan.
    I am alone. And I am not. I am all of the poetry I have ever written.
    I am red and orange, blue and green, black, and white. I am a human rainbow, in more ways than one. I am the light made substance by the shadows.
    I am a heart feeler. I am my dreams. I am multi-faceted. I am a maker, an elf, a stargirl, a goddess, a human; a daughter, a sister, a granddaughter, a niece, and a future mother and grandmother. I am a writer, a poet, an artist, and a philosopher. I am a master.
    I am passion, kindness, anger, and l'affectspectmiration. I am love and frustration.
    I am my heart, shapeshifter as it is. I am my cloth-heart, my lemon-heart, my knot-heart, my treasure chest-heart, and my dark-crystal heart. I am my broken heart, my bleeding heart, and my whole heart.
    I am a wizard, a mage, a water and air and fire and earth bender.
    I am a hungry heart and a thirsty soul. I am fire bones and wind blood.
    I am the Knowing and the feeling and the searching and finding.
    I am the eldest, the leader. I am behind the scenes and on the front stage.
    I have been an actor, a ballet dancer, a muleskinner apprentice, and I have been in two choirs.
    I do not think I am a good singer, and I always felt like a terrible dancer in ballet, I never did take the time to actually learn the dances. I have been a mormon.

    Perhaps I am all of these things, and perhaps I am much more. I wonder if I would actually be able to answer this question if you were to ask it in person.
    Is this really enough to let you know who I am? Perhaps you already know much of who I am. But there is always a little bit that is not immediately apparent. Perhaps there isn't really a way for me to put much of it into words. But I think this is enough.


    Who are you?

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  5. The Silent RavenAugust 13, 2011 at 12:39 PM

    My dear, dear Amoniel; finally I have found someone who knows knows how to answer the question "who are you?" The answer was wonderful and honest, and I read it many times. There was so much in it, but there probably is much more; there always is in people. I feel like I know you so well, and yet there's so much more to know. Yet, true, this is enough, for now.
    I hope you were serious when you said "who are you?", because I'm about to answer in full.

    I am a low whistle and a word made inaudible by the rustling of the wind.
    Although I know my true self, I have not found my true name, and I listen for it in the roaring of the storm and look for it in the blackness of night and feel for it in folklore and teenage poetry.
    I am a child of the Autumn and a lover of the Summer.
    When I was a young child, I was very afraid, so I fled to the woods; Mother Nature took me under Her wings, then. Since that time, I have felt alone with most society and held company when I am in the solitude of the Earth. To thank Her, I became a disciple of the Lorax; I speak for the trees and with the trees.
    I am a boy of the Limberlost and a vegetarian.
    I wear my clothes like a hippie, I wear my mind like a poet, and I wear my heart like a monk who fell in love.
    I am the embrace between the romantic and the cynic. I am the uncommon commoner and the tame adventurer.
    I don’t belong in high school. I belong with the elderly, the madmen, and the wanderers.
    I believe in God because I see Him in nature and in infinity. I believe in Christ because I see him in people’s faces and feel him inside my being. I believe in the Holy Spirit because I have witnessed miracles and healings and beautiful grace. Buddhists taught me to calm my soul, so I follow them along the path of life. I believe compassion is ministry and love is all-consuming.
    I am the Constant Onlooker and the Story Weaver.
    I am the eventide songbird and the roaming elk and the little, white monkey who stares at the sand. I am the Silent Raven. Sometimes I perch on a lamp post in the darkness, inviting you to follow me. Sometimes I say ‘nevermore’ to broken-hearted men until they become raw souls. Sometimes I fly over the woods, trying to caw as honestly as I can.
    I am a gent of the streets and a beggar on a train going off into the horizon.
    I am more rhyme than reason.
    I embrace the darkness when it comes but can also be happily consumed by Light.
    Every evening, I speak with the setting sun; every night, I read my dreams to the stars and moon.
    I meditate upon a candle and sing old folk songs with my grandmother’s old guitar. I pray like a child. I am the boy who sits outside in the rain and floats on sacred lakes and plants flowers in the cracks in the sidewalk.
    I am ‘loving and hoping and creating and dying.’
    I am a seed of a sycamore tree and I used to be a sunflower, until I was uprooted.
    My soul is light and my burdens heavy. It knows not where it goes but it keeps walking because it must. My heart is still; and it is made of wood, of garden stones, of old letters, and of scraps of paper. My veins run with lemon juice and silvery thoughts, which often bleed onto a worn-out journal. When I speak, my words are lost in the breeze, so I write. I am not my poems, but my poems are me. My stories are always true, in one way or another.
    I took the road less traveled by. I yearn to join the heart of the world, so I follow the light.
    I am that I am.

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  6. The Silent RavenAugust 13, 2011 at 6:47 PM

    What do you think?

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  7. AmonielAugust 15, 2011 at 7:14 PM

    I think that you are one of the most profound teens I have ever met. And, like you, it is good to have found someone who can answer the question of "Who are you?" without any qualms. I suppose that it is very difficult to answer it in full, you are probably one of two people who know the true extent of who you are, but it never hurts to take the time to write it out or to speak about it. There is something truly honest and trusting about being able to open up to such an extent.

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