( Christmas gifts for Ron )

( Musings at Christmastime )

Using writing as a means to analyse and process emotions seemed to work before, so perhaps I shall try it once more ( Read more... )

Usually, words come to me easily. I am able to put my thoughts down onto paper without too much difficulty, so it is doubly so distressing to discover that I am having great difficulty in putting my thoughts onto paper now. And yet... perhaps there is closure to be found in trying to sort through my thoughts now ( Read more... )

( Owl to Ron, private )

( Owl to Ron )

*rubs her forehead* Have you ever noticed how time just slips away and suddenly, it's nearly November. You can't recall what you did, or if anything noteworthy happened, but suddenly... you find you don't fit in your clothes anymore and no amount of pulling, stretching and mending can make them any bigger. Not that I mind in the least, as I was ( Read more... )

I'm beginning to understand that it's true what they say... You don't really appreciate what you have, until it's missing. If someone had told me 6 months ago that I would count as my closest friends some of the people that I would be more likely to hate... I'd have asked that person if they were feeling all right. But now... I didn't think I'd ( Read more... )

I've been keeping this information to myself for a bit now, for safety issues, but I think it is time to let the Kneazle out of the bag. On 10 September, I requested the help of Eru and had my children returned to me. At that time, I went through a few days of accelerated pregnancy until such time as I returned to the same point I was at before... ( Read more... )

*borrows Pigwidgeon to send a note to Feanor*

( Owl to Lord Fëanáro )