{ the sounds of wind in the trees }

Recently I said bitter truth to the other of so long ago; it wasn't even small recompense for injuries done her decades old, but was terrible ashes in my mouth (talk about your Garden of Forking Paths). Perhaps I'll hear back one day; for now, I seek wisdom in silence.

So I'm always going, but now I'm taking a new direction. It's a Three-of-Wands sail-setting journey that we all need occasionally. Change is life, stagnation ain't. That this wind in my rigging comes from shame, from guilt, from regret over my twin mistakes so long ago, is yet good.

If that sounds strange, life change driven by such terrible negativity, reread the paragraph containing "I know where the stress fractures lie" in my last blog. My bitter pill is like Earthpower. Power comes from below, from being grounded.

• A grounded opponent is harder to throw.
• In Forbidden Planet the Monster came from the Id.