when i grow up i want to be the Morrigan.


at least these days i wake up as the self i expected to be.


incidentally - I'm not going Anywhere.
that is a good feeling.
i can start to build a life for myself again in this landscape, at once familiar and strange.

these old roads and the rolling farm fields and the river and Every Silver Maple, the partridgeberry and the cinnamon ferns.... the muck fields and my old small town and my new small city... so many old friends to get to know all over again through the same eyes but a different mind; so many new friends to get to know and wonder how to tell them all the stories they missed out on...

i am darker, more neutral. singing to myself so the static can't get through.