In the beginning.
I was born.
A new soul in a world of wonder. Each day filled with learning, filled with a need to touch, to see, to hear, to taste and to feel all around me. As a child, my finger tips would move over all I saw the need to touch great. I remember the sound of the wind as it moves around me, playing with my hair and pressing lovingly to my face.
I remember watching the world, and at some point, in the middle of it all my soul cried out with longing. Still very young I did not understand it, questioned it. My mother would scoff, my father too busy to listen, I learnt so much from the untutored people around me. Taking pleasure in seeing my reflection in wood as I polished it lovingly.
My father miscalculated and fell out of favour with the King, we moved and it t'was there that I felt my life began. I was 8.
A new soul in a world of wonder. Each day filled with learning, filled with a need to touch, to see, to hear, to taste and to feel all around me. As a child, my finger tips would move over all I saw the need to touch great. I remember the sound of the wind as it moves around me, playing with my hair and pressing lovingly to my face.
I remember watching the world, and at some point, in the middle of it all my soul cried out with longing. Still very young I did not understand it, questioned it. My mother would scoff, my father too busy to listen, I learnt so much from the untutored people around me. Taking pleasure in seeing my reflection in wood as I polished it lovingly.
My father miscalculated and fell out of favour with the King, we moved and it t'was there that I felt my life began. I was 8.