Sitting in the Meditating Garden while writing in my "Therapy Diary"
Dear Diary,
My son stopped by recently. We had a nice game of chess. Then the Prince Faramir came by to seek council. Such a lovely fellow!
Except for his voice. For some reason, it grated upon my nerves. And I'm here in the Houses of Healing so that my nerves won't be grated upon! I'm sure it's only my imagination. Which has gone a bit wild lately. Perhaps because things are so calm here. Maybe I need some adventure?
No. Adventure is what brought me here. Yes! That's it! Adventure!
Oh, Dear Diary, am I having a breakthrough?? Suddenly I remember running through the jungle with my dagger drawn looking...looking down at my feet! Running...running...running....no. It was a forest. Leaves. Trees.
Tracks.
*slams diary shut*
I'm not ready for this yet.
My son stopped by recently. We had a nice game of chess. Then the Prince Faramir came by to seek council. Such a lovely fellow!
Except for his voice. For some reason, it grated upon my nerves. And I'm here in the Houses of Healing so that my nerves won't be grated upon! I'm sure it's only my imagination. Which has gone a bit wild lately. Perhaps because things are so calm here. Maybe I need some adventure?
No. Adventure is what brought me here. Yes! That's it! Adventure!
Oh, Dear Diary, am I having a breakthrough?? Suddenly I remember running through the jungle with my dagger drawn looking...looking down at my feet! Running...running...running....no. It was a forest. Leaves. Trees.
Tracks.
*slams diary shut*
I'm not ready for this yet.