I am not sure, but I think my work here may be done.

We'll see.

I've never thought of magic as something you can perform with a spell. Words of ritual are all very well, and they have their own use, but to me, that is not magic. Magic is a dance, a pattern, a knowing. Perhaps it works differently for other people.

I work my own magic just by manifesting. But when there is a great work that needs to be done, a work that is too large for me, I rely on other people to help. In fact, this isn't actually my own work I am contemplating. I am merely the orchestrator.

I am happy that it is beginning to fall into place.

It's very green here.

I'd like to point out that you can hurt yourself, even falling into feathers. But it's probably not fatal.

What? I'm here.

Ces plumes noires? C'est moi.

I did say, "Meet me in a high place at the feast-time of the Son of the Sun and we'll see what power is."

Thank you for your continued faith.

Meet me in a high place at the feast-time of the Son of the Sun and we'll see what power is.

Never doubt. We are at your service.

Silence is no longer golden.

One thing that I have heard a lot of lately, and that has made me shake my head in sorrow, is the idea that what one is or feels inside is a thing to be gotten rid of.

During one's life, one will make mistakes, and one will acquire what we call "baggage". That's a good term, for to attain enlightenment, that baggage needs to be unpacked, examined, and the lessons it teaches must be learned.

But what we are inside...to cut that out with a knife...no. It's there for a reason. If you say "This thing I am/think/feel/desire on a regular basis is wrong; I must excise it," you are excising YOURSELF. If it's been there over several lifetimes, particularly...you are making a terrible mistake, and you will pay for it later.

I understand why people say these things; I really do. I've done it myself.

And I paid.

I'm a singer of songs and a player of music. These days, the singing of songs and playing of music is a softer profession. In my day, it was one of the most dangerous professions, and one of the most exalted, that one could hold. Most people don't understand that now, but we appreciate the ones who remember.

I hear songs in everything: the trees, the grass, the rain, the fire, the wind.

Thingwaer.

I spoke earlier of flames.

I didn't neglect to speak of the wind -- I was coming to it. The voice in the wind is quite as powerful, perhaps moreso in its own way, than the voice in the fire. Fire will devour everything; but the wind will devour the fire. And that is not wrong.

Thingwaer. Hear it.

Last night I heard her say to him, in a voice only I could hear, "My Prince..."

He doesn't know how to answer her yet. But he will.

I have been spending more and more time away, doing my own things. But when she's with him, I'm often near, because I like to watch their discovery.

Twin flames can never burn out.

Oh, it's been long and long since I last felt moved to say something here.

That's not quite true. Now and then I feel the urge to check in. But I haven't had anything that I felt would be significant to say, so away again I've crept, thinking that when the time is right, I'd speak.

Well, the time is not quite right yet. But there's a wind blowing, and I think we all know what that means. The wind brings us things. I think it is time for a new season.

There is a voice on the wind, and if you listen, you will hear what it says.

This is what I look like.

Happy birthday to a very lovely woman, my darling ysabel. I hope the day is everything that you could wish.

Aiya, I need to reactivate my paid account. I don't post often, I know, but I like having all those icons.

We've decided to start playing Second Life. Some time ago, popecrunch made a skin there for lothie, and now he's made one for me. It...it looks like me. I don't think I can describe how this makes me feel.

We'll be getting accounts there, probably next weekend. It will be nice to look like myself. I will show you what I look like then.

I haven't posted at all so far this year. One short bit in January, and even that to not much purpose.

It's not for lack of having things on my mind. First off, I truly enjoyed what I saw of England, which I'm sure comes as no surprise. I also enjoyed meeting Cas, though I spent only a fleeting second in front. Sometime we must make it longer. And yes, we've been thinking of moving to there, though I don't know how realistic that thought is.

Lately I've been spending a good deal of time straying close by - but never quite into - a place where I can hear music and dancing. However, whenever I think I've managed to enter, I find myself in my father's hall, and that is not quite right. The place I am seeking is very like that, but not exactly. For one thing, it is above ground, it seems to me. For another, the music is somewhat different from that which my people made. Similar, though.

So that is why I've been away. My heart and head are full, but I have nothing to sing about, just yet.

It's time to dance.

Our hair is growing; lately when we don't want to deal with it we've been wearing it in a single braid. It's not a very long braid, but it's getting there.

Of course, a single braid is how I typically wear my hair when I don't want to deal with it. Mostly because I enjoy shaking it out.

I love hair.

I do not want to talk about driving home last night. Suffice it to say that I had flashbacks and they were not fun or pretty.

Today is the last day of this calendar's year. I enjoyed this year, short as it was. I imagine I will enjoy next year too. At the moment I wish I were at ahril's house because I think I would like to talk with Torlinque and Tolirion.

I hope lothie is going to stop working soon because I have other things I would like to be doing. At least I have had a nice conversation with draloreshimare about the natures of things.