I was a little better with my bow today. Okay, loads better, lol. I'd say at least 75 per cent of my shots hit the table, and that's nothing to sneeze at considering how terrible I was yesterday.
I'm so messed up. A piece of faerie art is making me want to cry, lol. It's just so amazing, there's nothing for it. It reminds me so strongly of the Celts and makes me homesick for a place I've never even been. Never will be. That's the part that makes me want to cry, lol. I'll never ever get to be there. Oh, I can go to the UK, sure, but it won't, can't be the same as when the Celts were there. That feeling of everyday magic can't possibly still be there; nor that feeling that the world, the earth itself, is completely alive and that if you try hard enough, you can hear it speak to you. That won't be there when I go to Britain or Ireland or Scotland...and that makes me more sad than you can imagine.
Like I said, messed up. Oh well, here's the painting that's making my eyes well up, lol.