Sword Breaker Page 16 (Patreon)

My goodness, so there are generous new friends of this page, and I am most glad that you can join me for all of this. This morning I sat in the snow and fed with a gathering of crows, perhaps a squirrel or two as well. It rains now, and the evidence of the hours before have gone away with the flowing water. 

I spent some hours with this page. Perhaps honing a lot of anger in myself. Perhaps a lot of disbelief, and anxiety, and terrible certanties. It's a terrible thing that sits at the center of me most days. A powerful energy that claws out in anger and despair. Hidden behind my eyes when I am interupted or ignored. At my center I am angry, sad, desperate, and selfish. Yet I feel greatly, and never let any one moment of it turn to waste. 

My dears, the greatest miracle you can perform is feeling all things terrible and great, and deciding how you shall demonstrate them. Some of us are artists, others poets, and some of us speak in silent acts. This world..this world needs empathetic hands that can eat it's hate and despairs, and from it bare love. Take your time. Some of us feel like we've been in a cave for many years.