Post by izznet on Sept 15, 2020 8:22:21 GMT -5
*Izznet sits at the lovely roll top desk, reaching for her journal she reads past entries before adding a new one.*
There is a fine line between the fear that guards us and the fear that paralyzes. Healthy respect for the elements which make up the world as a whole is a good thing. It keeps us from doing stupid things, or helps make us feel alive when we survive stupid things. When that fear becomes debilitating is when often there is need of one to step in and re-lay the perspective.
Avalon has been my Watcher for a very long time. She has seen my dark nights and bright days. All witnessed with the stoic calm of a mountain. To be honest, I am not sure I have ever seen her truly angry, not that I haven't tried to provoke her. Her quiet presence has been a bulwark in my life, how could I not share that with another in need?
When I heard the story, I knew it was Avalon who would be most effective in the time of need. I trust all went well, but may never really know.
*Closing the journal, Izznet stands quietly by the window watching the waves against the shore.*
There is a fine line between the fear that guards us and the fear that paralyzes. Healthy respect for the elements which make up the world as a whole is a good thing. It keeps us from doing stupid things, or helps make us feel alive when we survive stupid things. When that fear becomes debilitating is when often there is need of one to step in and re-lay the perspective.
Avalon has been my Watcher for a very long time. She has seen my dark nights and bright days. All witnessed with the stoic calm of a mountain. To be honest, I am not sure I have ever seen her truly angry, not that I haven't tried to provoke her. Her quiet presence has been a bulwark in my life, how could I not share that with another in need?
When I heard the story, I knew it was Avalon who would be most effective in the time of need. I trust all went well, but may never really know.
*Closing the journal, Izznet stands quietly by the window watching the waves against the shore.*