Now that I'm forced to work a regular schedule and my girlfriend works evenings, this will be my first evening in the new apartment by myself.
I don't have a particularly rigorous afternoon planned ahead, mostly just finishing touches on winterization, picking up and utilizing the alone time to catch up on some creative endeavors. Writing some fanfiction, maybe even working on some original fiction, and coloring some lineart that my brilliant scanner scanned in for me almost a month ago.
I don't think I've ever been in love with a gadjet, but Epson Perfection V200 Photo scanner, I LOVE U. LOL
On a side note, I had a very odd experience Just yesterday-
I haven't ever had anything so difinitive come through about a past life before. It was so intense, I started sobbing uncontrollably.
Her name was Iulia, and she was the love of my life. Losing her was so painful, that pain was able to convey its self through the ages and rip at me with a force that I've never experienced.
She was knocked off my horse and down a steep embankment. She'd been trying to wake me, trying to warn me of the intentions of the men that were supposed to be protecting us as we journeyed through the mountains on a secret path. A warning shot from a crosbow wounded her slightly and caused her fall.
Though she was not seriously injured, I was unable to reach her, and forced to keep marching down the path. She knew I'd fight. Her shaking head and quiet protest stayed my hand.
I want to tell her I'm sorry, and that I still love her.
This goes to affirm one of my most strongly held personal beliefs- Love is the most powerful thing in the Universe. Love can make us act foolish, silly, even dangerous.
But love can end wars, stop oppression, feed the hungry, end quarrels, and effect amazing and positive change on even the hardest of hearts.
Love and compassion always prevail. Hatred and violence is only returned in kind.
Well, until next time.
Kuro