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As I stand now at the pinnacle of my strength and my capabilities for now, knowing forward this will become as much a lie as it is true now I couldnt help but reflect on how I had gotten here. What a winding road it has been, with much trauma and turmoil most of which hid no lesson but was still capable of teaching well. At first I could not wait to throw it away, escaping harsh circumstance was afterall the goal but over time what history meant to be dramatically changed. Rapidly at times, and other times over many seasons and seasoned debates subtly and passing without notice. Now knowing the name of the island it makes it much clearer to me: Shipwreck island was a needed stop on my path towards reverance for nature in all its extremes. Marooned there and believing ourselves alone, growing up on gogoon was also instrumental to my recognizing that honoring nature is the best path to benefiting from nature as well as staying safe from it. We grew to live there, and thrive in fact when another washed ashore. An entire crew and vessel, the Hanseong, were forced to take shelter and repair altering the course of my familys life forever. Aiding them, we all saught our freedom once more this time succesfully reaching the very island we felt trapped on. Their path was different from my own, as a nasty storm had forced my family to retreat inward towards the cliffs and thankfully the mainland. My family arrived believing ourselves alone on the deserted paradise that is the northern shores of Gogoon with injuries and hardships to learn from still ahead. The hardest years were here before knowing there was a community nestled on the other side of fierce terrain and looking back history and knowledge of it would have served as an excellent guide to seek out the town. It was not until after a long foraging session proved particularly unsuccesful did I sprain my ankle and shriek near enough for someone chopping in the fruit groves to come running and check on me. I nearly leapt before I knew my ankle would survive the journey to escape the phantom taunting me until a first grasp welcomed me into that small tribe on Gogoon first. From there horizons expanding into the three kingdoms and all that they offered. Learning all that I could so quickly faced its own challenges but here librarians and scrolls were abundant as the oranges and turtles back home on Gogoon and I was eager in my pursuit of new wisdom. This was a point in which my lack of much substantial history by the standard benchmarks was made clear to me, but it was never information in turmoil to me so I had always been at peace with it. It was only in learning how rich some cultures can be in embracing the next generation and in fact other tribes and gatherings of all callings that I began first to lament the absence in my knowledge. Appreciating history and the ones before us who sew it has since became a passion and pursuit of its own for me as my fascination with legendary names expands to include more and more wonders. Just when I think to begin doubting some of the mystical elements of the world I find myself humming "Humm dee do dum do hee", having learned it from a friend and excited to figure out what they meant by it soon. Now as I see Awen's flow around me more and more I know that the druid's before honoring their own history helps to illuminate and support my own path forward, further enriching my love in preserving even the simplest detail like my mother loving the smell of oranges. /|\fhTrapstar, Ally of the Fox and Earthen in nature /|\ | |