Tag: life
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Shadowlands, Part 15
Meirleach cleared his throat. “That may be a hard thing to know – I have never seen anyone but the Nefas be able to bend shade and shadow. And even then, none the way you do.” “I’m sorry,” interrupted Lorcan. “Before we try to understand the mystery of the dark, can we talk about what…
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Shadowlands, Part 14
“What about Darach?” Lorcan whispered, looking back at Luan as they ran. “We will find him,” Luan started to say. His words were cut off as a soft light grew steadily in front of them. Out of nowhere, a cabin appeared. “Quickly – get inside!” the woman urged. All four of them clattered through the…
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Shadowlands, Part 13
Darach felt…nothing. He knew he was falling, but it was not like a normal fall. There was no panic, just resignation. Soon, he felt soft ground underneath him. He was suddenly so tired. So very tired. A gentle Wind touched his face. It was almost like a caress. He leaned into it, feeling the weariness…
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Shadowlands, Part 12
Laoise’s heart fell with the man, dropping as he disappeared into the deepest darkness. Just as she was about to cry out, a hand gripped her face, covering her mouth. She didn’t think the shade could go deeper around her but it did, forming a barrier between her and the others. “Do not call out.…
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Shadowlands, Part 11
Laoise’s world turned a dull deep grey. It registered in her brain, but did not slow her down. She could figure out how that kept happening later. If there was a later… She breathed deep, taking in the umbra nihili, letting it permeate and protect. As she released her breath, she saw the leaders of…
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Shadowlands, Part 10
Meirleach’s heart seized in his chest as he and the other scouts moved after the three intruders. Líadan was near. Long ago, he had started to feel her presence far before he could see her, after witnessing her moment in the Waste. He knew he could not show any sign of slowing or recognition, as…
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Shadowlands, Part 9
Laoise placed another bundle near the base of a tree and said a silent prayer for the one who may find it. Something felt different as she stood and looked cautiously around. Coolness filled the air; shadows moved in the corner of her vision. She tried to melt into her own shadows, as she had…
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The Nope Closet
Disclaimer: This post contains some examples that may be uncomfortable or distressing for some folks. This blog is for my own personal processing and does not offer nor replace any professional psychiatric advice or psychological therapeutic care. If you are struggling with mental health challenges, please seek medical attention, counseling, or crisis help. If you…
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Desolation and the Keening of Loss
Often, I find myself coming back to the heavier, deeper, darker emotions. Sadness, sorrow, melancholy, devastation…loss. I have been wrestling with these a lot lately and today in my Morning Pages1 practice, I processed a bit more about what draws me to these themes. Life has not always been kind, nor has it worked out…
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Silence Among the Ruins
There are times in my life when I crave the second noun form of silence – “absence of sound or noise: stillness.”1 This world is loud and seems to have only gotten louder still in recent years. I find my heart and body and soul aching for silence and stillness, especially as a mom of…
Jewels from the Dark 