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22 of Blossom - Before dawn on Thieves Island. As I spent more time in Ravens body I find myself more and more unsettled. I try to maintain a focus but find my emotions an irritant, causing me to become very impatient. Decisions that were black and white are now splashed with the colors of many possibilities. I feel I cannot find a balance between over analyzing a situation and acting on impulse. If I act on impulse, as I have most my life, I find myself not trusting its outcome. During my meditations I wonder if these are elements of my female form or a byproduct of the intertwining of all out spirits. One thing that has been bothering me are the visits by the raven. It apparently is a magical creature since it has not seen by Jeck. It has not tried to communicate or offered any help to us, as far as I can tell. My mind says it is most likely a spy but why do I feel this way. Normally I would dismiss it but it haunts me. I also wonder why I reacted so swiftly in killing the hawk that swooped down upon us last nigh, it posed no threat. Perhaps on an unconscious level I may have been expecting it to be the raven. In the past I felt I was always searching for answers, but they where just beyond my grasp. Now I feel the answers are all around me, I just don't know the questions.
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