
Peace, how does one form the essence of peace into something that one can embrace and feel in a solid form? Now the Mistress said She needed peace, so I offered to stitch Her hand to Her chest. I mean if something wasn't causing Her peace I would think we needed to protect Her heart. Cause in general, the core of life, is peaceful. Other things or simply ourselves shatter that peace. The Sky isn't against us, I have learned a lot about how these people feel about the whims of the Sky. Like Odin and Valhalla for us in the North. Here, everything is unified into the true faith of believing in the Sky. It is there, before you and nothing will ever change that. I honestly like that view. Strength above all things and the most giving in treasures, gifts and challenges of life.
I wondered what use to bring me peace, what was the same about my old Home and my new Home. When I was feeling restless, or my mind was wandering a bit, or maybe just fill of too many thoughts, I would walk out to the herds. The Bosk would move around the pens, and the verr over the hills. I use to sit on the stone fence, watching the young verr play in the grass. They were so carefree, cute and always made me smile. Their lush soft down, and little horns that would make them brave as they lifted up and then locked down against the butting head of another. So brave and confident. One can't help but be wishful for that moment. No worries, and if something was bothering you, just give it a butt out of your way.

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