Written By Cassiopeia
March 13, 2022, 12:36 a.m.(4/9/1017 AR)
I watched the lit lanterns sail down the water. Some sank and others caught fire. Only a few reached their destination.
Sometimes success is due to careful planning and a lot of skill, but other times? It's just plain old luck.
You never know, what another day will bring. Stumble or fall, things have a funny way of working out, too.
Sometimes success is due to careful planning and a lot of skill, but other times? It's just plain old luck.
You never know, what another day will bring. Stumble or fall, things have a funny way of working out, too.
Written By Cassiopeia
Feb. 13, 2022, 7:40 p.m.(2/11/1017 AR)
There is an Arakkoan saying, "don't get the sunrise mixed up with the sunset."
You just shine. Shine on.
You just shine. Shine on.
Written By Cassiopeia
Jan. 16, 2022, 7:52 p.m.(12/11/1016 AR)
Papercuts are battle wounds of a different kind.
Written By Cassiopeia
Jan. 9, 2022, 2:05 p.m.(11/24/1016 AR)
It's amazing what can be done with two halves of a coconut!
No, that wasn't a metaphor scholar.
No, that wasn't a metaphor scholar.
Written By Cassiopeia
Jan. 2, 2022, 9:06 p.m.(11/11/1016 AR)
Two of my cousins have returned to the city and the House is bustling with activity, these days. I hear laughter echoing down the halls. There is song. There is dance. There is the sound of metal clanking together. The sight of friends and the smells of food from home. These moments... These are the moments.
Written By Cassiopeia
Dec. 26, 2021, 6:31 p.m.(10/25/1016 AR)
You don't have to set fire to the night, in order to see the dawn.
Written By Cassiopeia
Dec. 19, 2021, 8:55 p.m.(10/11/1016 AR)
I am pleased to be riding again. Sunshine is an exceptional horse, I couldn't be more pleased with her temperament. Gentle, but still feisty as all. There are days my head is spinning with so much information, so many challenges, so much to consider. It is hard to escape for a long period of time, but I can mount up and go for a fast ride, feel the wind in my hair and get a moment of freedom. It makes all the difference.
Written By Cassiopeia
Dec. 12, 2021, 9:26 p.m.(9/25/1016 AR)
So it begins.
Written By Cassiopeia
Dec. 5, 2021, 9:36 p.m.(9/11/1016 AR)
It's the things we do when no one is watching, that shows who we are.
Written By Cassiopeia
Nov. 28, 2021, 9:56 p.m.(8/25/1016 AR)
Standing on top of the mountain, you see everything. It is not just the vantage point, but the journey that got you there. The twists and turns. The loose footing. The pain. The anguish. The joy. The victory. The freedom of the wind in your hair. It changes you. There is perspective, but it is not without flaw. While you see the world around you, the little details fade out of view.
If you don't stand your ground, you will fall. We all stumble, but when you jump, best to check there is ground to land on. Or, just enjoy the ride.
If you don't stand your ground, you will fall. We all stumble, but when you jump, best to check there is ground to land on. Or, just enjoy the ride.
Written By Cassiopeia
Nov. 21, 2021, 9:57 p.m.(8/11/1016 AR)
The Festival of Blooms was lovely. I have to admit, my favourite part was throwing them at people!
Written By Cassiopeia
Nov. 14, 2021, 7:20 p.m.(7/25/1016 AR)
Dancing means when you step back, you will inevitably step forward. Otherwise, you just hit a wall and stand still.
Written By Cassiopeia
Oct. 24, 2021, 8:42 p.m.(6/11/1016 AR)
Paperwork.
But, why?
But, why?
Written By Cassiopeia
Oct. 17, 2021, 3:30 p.m.(5/25/1016 AR)
There is nothing that makes me happier than to see happiness in others. That is something worth protecting. Those moments of hope and joy. May we revel in them and may we celebrate them. May we remember them when the day gets dark and the wind howls and brings the rains crashing down. For if we lose sight of them? We've chose to be blind.
Written By Cassiopeia
Oct. 10, 2021, 3:39 p.m.(5/11/1016 AR)
Dearest scholar,
The house is bustling with some much activity. Many preparations underway and the scent of fresh flowers is everywhere. I keep sneaking into the kitchen to steal treats, but I am told this it is my prerogative to have as many as I want. Except, I'm quite sure the bits of cake I snatch, when no one is looking, taste the best.
The house is bustling with some much activity. Many preparations underway and the scent of fresh flowers is everywhere. I keep sneaking into the kitchen to steal treats, but I am told this it is my prerogative to have as many as I want. Except, I'm quite sure the bits of cake I snatch, when no one is looking, taste the best.
Written By Cassiopeia
Sept. 30, 2021, 1:04 a.m.(4/17/1016 AR)
Dearest reader,
I remember when I was little girl, sitting up on the ledge of a wall, looking down the mountain at the jungles far, far below. Everything looked so small and I felt so big. Then, there was a point in which that flipped and everything turned upside down. Pieces everywhere. Scattered. But I'm still sitting on top of the mountain, even though the world isn't so far below. When you stop running, everything catches up, but if you are still enough, it just keeps going.
There hasn't been a single moment, that I haven't felt blessed. It's not always pleasant, it is has taken perseverance and strife, but that is what makes everything so much more important now.
Tonight I welcomed home, my brother returned, and my cousin who has never yet set foot on this ground. To see home in their eyes, to have us all together, that is home for me. Thank you.
I see so many beautiful faces when I looked around, and I am in awe.
I remember when I was little girl, sitting up on the ledge of a wall, looking down the mountain at the jungles far, far below. Everything looked so small and I felt so big. Then, there was a point in which that flipped and everything turned upside down. Pieces everywhere. Scattered. But I'm still sitting on top of the mountain, even though the world isn't so far below. When you stop running, everything catches up, but if you are still enough, it just keeps going.
There hasn't been a single moment, that I haven't felt blessed. It's not always pleasant, it is has taken perseverance and strife, but that is what makes everything so much more important now.
Tonight I welcomed home, my brother returned, and my cousin who has never yet set foot on this ground. To see home in their eyes, to have us all together, that is home for me. Thank you.
I see so many beautiful faces when I looked around, and I am in awe.
Written By Cassiopeia
Sept. 26, 2021, 8:56 p.m.(4/11/1016 AR)
It's spring. The winter has thawed and I can walk barefoot through the grass again. I made a promise that I would make it through the bitter cold, so that come spring, I might find a proper steed and ride again. I spent many an evening, eyes squinting in the candle light after reading too much, thinking about that summer, where I rode wild horses down a perfectly pale sandy beach. I miss the wind in my hair. I look forward to these coming days. Though there may be challenge and difficult times, there is so much to be grateful for.
Written By Cassiopeia
Sept. 19, 2021, 12:36 a.m.(3/23/1016 AR)
Every morning I like to think of five things I'm grateful for. It takes not even a minute. Yet, it's a small investment that makes shedding the warmth of the night, for the cold day, worth it. The rest falls into place from there.
Written By Cassiopeia
Sept. 4, 2021, 3:56 p.m.(2/23/1016 AR)
What a difference one season can make. The world changes, the ground freezes and the leaves fall off the trees. Yet, it will not be long and little buds will form and soon they will all be in bloom. We change too, we just need to embrace the rhythm that flourishes all around us. No day is like the last, and this can be both exciting and frightening. A journey for the ages. Oh what a woman will do, to feel the grass between her toes.
Written By Cassiopeia
Aug. 26, 2021, 1:38 p.m.(2/5/1016 AR)
Tonight, we opened our house, and friends and family gathered. I am left feeling warm and hopeful. The love that I've experienced, gives me strength. It connects me with who I am. I cannot wait to have more of you in our space, to share our tears and our laughter. To tell our stories, the beautiful and the ugly, and hear yours too. It is who we are, what makes us all bright like stars. There is a flush of gratitude in my cheeks. I can feel them burn relentlessly. I feel like home.
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