reflections and stuff
It's been a year since the shearing... my hair's growing in nicely, I look eternall like my hair was stuck in the roaring twenties, or a roaring wind. I've got a nice wave going on, and love ever second of it. I've leaned to take this dead weight with a bit of grace and a bit of salt... It's really what makes us who we are, all this junk.
Life on Van Braam is peaceful- I find myself sitting around the spool table with the wonderful company of my neighbor Tom most evenings- we babble about life and futures and whatnot until bedtime, or rain comes, or we're just too sleepy to keep sitting with warm bellies and pleasant thoughts under the canopy- a sleep in the yard would be short with all the noises of the city.
Amy and Kate are gearing up to go on to their own adventures, leaving me the house and their blessings to have my own in the colony we established together. I've been working at a restaurant, I like it. The people are good, and the atmosphere is quite quite pleasant. I just biked back from work, after a stop at the grocery store for some fontina cheese to accompany a very stiff blackberry wine. Wine, cheese and pears... sounds like the mose delicious dinner anyone could ask for.
There are some ominous black clouds (or giant black moths) blocking out the sun, and the air smells like rain. I should probably depart soon to bike back infront of the pending storm.
I'm so much changed, but so much the same since a year ago. I never anticipated what a year this one, marked by a shearing, would bring. Lovers, Enemies, Adventures (both good and bad), music, Tragedies, Celebrations... Things are moving along, and Life seems to be starting up.
The empress card came up adamantly, reminding me that the time is coming. And I'm ok with that. Life will hand me what it will, and I'll take it on. This year has taught me of my own strengths, and how much is still to be uncovered. It's exciting... thrilling even.
The future stands like a mysterious gem on my horizion... I'll just keep moving toward it.
Life on Van Braam is peaceful- I find myself sitting around the spool table with the wonderful company of my neighbor Tom most evenings- we babble about life and futures and whatnot until bedtime, or rain comes, or we're just too sleepy to keep sitting with warm bellies and pleasant thoughts under the canopy- a sleep in the yard would be short with all the noises of the city.
Amy and Kate are gearing up to go on to their own adventures, leaving me the house and their blessings to have my own in the colony we established together. I've been working at a restaurant, I like it. The people are good, and the atmosphere is quite quite pleasant. I just biked back from work, after a stop at the grocery store for some fontina cheese to accompany a very stiff blackberry wine. Wine, cheese and pears... sounds like the mose delicious dinner anyone could ask for.
There are some ominous black clouds (or giant black moths) blocking out the sun, and the air smells like rain. I should probably depart soon to bike back infront of the pending storm.
I'm so much changed, but so much the same since a year ago. I never anticipated what a year this one, marked by a shearing, would bring. Lovers, Enemies, Adventures (both good and bad), music, Tragedies, Celebrations... Things are moving along, and Life seems to be starting up.
The empress card came up adamantly, reminding me that the time is coming. And I'm ok with that. Life will hand me what it will, and I'll take it on. This year has taught me of my own strengths, and how much is still to be uncovered. It's exciting... thrilling even.
The future stands like a mysterious gem on my horizion... I'll just keep moving toward it.