Just in case anyone has been wondering, my daughter was born on Saturday at 3:35 pm through a c-section. We're both doing just fine, though recovering from the surgery is on the slow side. I'm borrowing the husband's laptop to check on a few things, but it will likely be quite a while before I am able to be back on the computer with any kind of ( Read more... )

Sometimes one thought, one conversation, one moment's reassurance that we did not even know we needed, can make all of the difference ( Read more... )

Another Longest Night has come, and has gone. My mind still finds itself too jumbled to make proper sense of the whole evening. All I can know for certain is that Naamah indeed held her hand in this night, whether to our good or our ill. Perhaps as always it is both, for just as love can hold its cruelties so can desire. Harder then, when to me ( Read more... )

And so it seems the year is ending, and as ever our thoughts turn inward. I examine the year that has past, all of its lessons and losses. A winter as cold and harsh as I have ever known one, and then a spring that brought with it a sense of peace. It seemed that as the sun came to melt the snows away so it did the same with my heart, and where ( Read more... )

I do not lift my lips yet again in prayer, for before I do so I must decide what path I take next. This musing on my place, on my duty, on my destiny, does me no good unless it leads me to a destination. This half-world achieves nothing.

I keep thinking on it. On what our plans were together, on what the true purpose of it all was. And on the ( Read more... )

Does it count as a prayer when one is not even sure who to pray to, or what to pray for? This time it was not a letter from Aragonia, but a parcel. She sent it in the interest of informing me, imagining the grief and worry that such texts would put into my heart. Yet instead they leave me wondering. Wondering what about these words appeals so much ( Read more... )

I kneel here to pray, to beg forgiveness. I have been a fool.

There is only so much we ever have the right to ask for.

The end of Mai has already come. This winter seemed aching and slow, but the spring was so swift on its heels that my head spins to watch it turn away. So much that I'd hoped for, granted. And so much too that I'd longed for and still yet find out of reach. It is the way for mortals, let us never have so much of our desires that we forget what to ( Read more... )

Oh sweet Angel ( Read more... )

Elua ( Read more... )