The Rift.
Touching down on Faelan's shores.
The Rift isn't tied quite so tight to the Equinox on this pass. Standing at the edge of the Little Wood, in behind the Greenery, me, on Otherside. Was watching it get closer.
Breath, long on the in.
Deep, life goes.
Exhale... Slow...
Soft it's exit. But on guard, me.
For the whip and the fling. Always, light blinds as much as the dark.
Sanctuary's paths are infinite and beyond the comprehension of bound minds. Courage to risk is the coin required for the ride to Faelan.
"Destiny equals choices, not conditions."*
Not a thought that sits easy on the mind, stuck in our World's as we are. Much easier to blame the conditions and abdicate responsibility. Poor me, allows me to complain and blame without me having to expend any energy to change: change me, change my circumstances. We get real good at playing the victim. Same safe old miserable rut. Afraid to live. Have courage to risk: risk change, risk growth, risk living. Make a decision. Step out. Live. Change your Destiny.
