Written By Drea
Nov. 26, 2016, 2:25 p.m.(3/21/1005 AR)
It is strange to me to reminisce in the written form. I haven't allowed much time for personal reflection in quite a long while, hence the importance of my pilgrimage. I sit now by the fire's edge surrounded by the voices of eternity on an icy evening amidst the embrace of our homelands, finally taking a moment to put to words the thoughts that I have been ignoring this past year. Anger has broiled just beneath the surface of all other emotions and I've found myself swallowing not only that anger, but also ignoring it and the root of its cause. In my attempts to be a pillar of strength for my family in the face of our loss, perhaps I have also done a disservice to my children. In a lack of acknowledgment of Sharrod’s death, I did not acknowledge that they too suffered loss beyond the topical. Not only loss, but Darren then had to rise from the daunting shadow my Sharrod left in his wake.
The winter willows whispered a song that finally broached the divide between my mundane self and that of the spirit, allowing the two to finally come to terms with this loss and in their mutual healing I have become whole. Of course, the advice I received upon my Long Walk varied dramatically but the perspectives of the North have always been a choir of wisdom from many different sources. After all, the rock of the river will rarely have the same point of view as the falcon of the skies.
None the less, I appreciate all of them and now feel I may return to Farhaven cleansed as was the intent of this journey to begin with.
For the first time in quite some time I look toward the next few nights with a peaceful excitement. I have missed my children. Their eclectic personalities have been a beacon of light in my life since the first look upon Darren and Deva’s wailing faces. Oh, and then there is of course my smallest firelight, Kieran. It will be good to see them upon my return.
I will admit, young Morrighan has passed through my thoughts from time to time during my sabbatical and I look forward to renewing company in her as well. In many ways she reminds me of Kieran and Deva’s fire.
Freja is another I look forward to connecting with, though I have no doubt she is already aware that my return is soon in coming. Her strength in the old ways has blossomed so much in the past few years. I can’t help but be reminded of my own journey and hope that I may better guide her to the potential she already clearly exhibits.
In truth though, right now I look most forward to the comfort of a long, warmed bath. My bones are not as strong as they once were and I feel the chill creep more quickly now, but soon I’ll be back beside my hearth.
So, my Long Walk has come to an end and now it is time for me to face the world of the mundane with clearer eyes and a resolved spirit.
The winter willows whispered a song that finally broached the divide between my mundane self and that of the spirit, allowing the two to finally come to terms with this loss and in their mutual healing I have become whole. Of course, the advice I received upon my Long Walk varied dramatically but the perspectives of the North have always been a choir of wisdom from many different sources. After all, the rock of the river will rarely have the same point of view as the falcon of the skies.
None the less, I appreciate all of them and now feel I may return to Farhaven cleansed as was the intent of this journey to begin with.
For the first time in quite some time I look toward the next few nights with a peaceful excitement. I have missed my children. Their eclectic personalities have been a beacon of light in my life since the first look upon Darren and Deva’s wailing faces. Oh, and then there is of course my smallest firelight, Kieran. It will be good to see them upon my return.
I will admit, young Morrighan has passed through my thoughts from time to time during my sabbatical and I look forward to renewing company in her as well. In many ways she reminds me of Kieran and Deva’s fire.
Freja is another I look forward to connecting with, though I have no doubt she is already aware that my return is soon in coming. Her strength in the old ways has blossomed so much in the past few years. I can’t help but be reminded of my own journey and hope that I may better guide her to the potential she already clearly exhibits.
In truth though, right now I look most forward to the comfort of a long, warmed bath. My bones are not as strong as they once were and I feel the chill creep more quickly now, but soon I’ll be back beside my hearth.
So, my Long Walk has come to an end and now it is time for me to face the world of the mundane with clearer eyes and a resolved spirit.
Written By Drea
Oct. 10, 2016, 7:28 a.m.(10/19/1004 AR)
I am rarely given to records in the white journal. I am not keen on writing, and reflections seem most potent when kept private. Regardless one is due, if only for family records.
I have returned to Arx and already miss Farhaven. Nonetheless, it is good to see family again and there is much to be done in the city. Darren shoulders his burdens well. Heard from Morrighan & others of Freja's demonstration, and that it was well received. That news was something of a pleasant surprise.
I attended the recent Velenosan gala. I have always found crowds suffocating, but the affair was hosted superbly and most seemed to enjoy themselves. After things concluded I enjoyed the company of a handful that stayed for some time afterward. Ianthe, the jeweler's sister, will eventually stop by to satisfy her curiosity of the spirits, assuming her interest lasts while sober. Glad to have met the two Valardin princesses in attendance.
I have returned to Arx and already miss Farhaven. Nonetheless, it is good to see family again and there is much to be done in the city. Darren shoulders his burdens well. Heard from Morrighan & others of Freja's demonstration, and that it was well received. That news was something of a pleasant surprise.
I attended the recent Velenosan gala. I have always found crowds suffocating, but the affair was hosted superbly and most seemed to enjoy themselves. After things concluded I enjoyed the company of a handful that stayed for some time afterward. Ianthe, the jeweler's sister, will eventually stop by to satisfy her curiosity of the spirits, assuming her interest lasts while sober. Glad to have met the two Valardin princesses in attendance.
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