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David Given Schwarm

David Given Schwarm

Married, Father, United

  • YouTube
  • Spring of Spielberg
  • Chimes by The Joy Formidable

  • What ever I love best…

    [there must be one thing you can’t have in order to be alive] Jon-Michael Frank there must be one thing you can’t have in order to be alive   watching flowers open on youtube   I mean, my life is wasted on my life  requirement is simple   it takes a wound to  return to yourself   the new…

  • SMART Goals

    SMART Goals should be: Specific (stating clearly what you will do) Measurable (providing a way to evaluate how you’re doing) Attainable (something within your scope) Relevant (something that leads you towards your long term goal) Time-based (stating when you will accomplish this goal).

  • PARTNERSHIP

    “Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; re-made all the time, made new.”~ Ursula Le Guin

  • End Game – Rime of the Frostmaiden

    DM Richard lead the Alakazam Irregulars into the final phase of Rime of the Frostmaiden (I think)–we headed south into the Spine of the World to defeat some kind of organized Duergar strike force. On they way we ran into an ice troll–a creature that TPK’d us a few weeks back–but this week we knew…

  • Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats

    IV But no, thy youngest, dearest one, has perish’d, The nursling of thy widowhood, who grew, Like a pale flower by some sad maiden cherish’d, And fed with tru0love tears, instead of dew; Most musical of mourners, weep anew! Thy extreme hope, the loveliest and the last, The bloom, whose petals nipp’d before they blew…

  • Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats

    III Oh, weep for Adonais–he is dead! Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep! Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone, where all things wise and fair Descend–oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet…

  • Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats

    II Where wert thou, might Mother, when he lay, When thy Son lay, pierc’d by the shaft which flies In darkness? where was lorn Urania When Adonais died? With veiled eyes, ‘Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise She sate, while one, with soft enamour’d breath, Rekindled all the fading melodies, With which, like flowers that…

  • Rise of the Runelords — Some Recent Updates

  • Chult — Updates from the Last Few Weeks

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