From Which Spirit Comes - Part 8

     Somewhere, within the deepest reaches of my soul, a spirit slept.  As the last embers of the flame within me began to die out, the coldness started him awake!  He rose to his feet and stretched, accompanied by a long yawn.  As he rubbed his eyes, he began to observe his surroundings.

     Where once there was a shining dreamscape, there was only darkness.  Where there was fire, only a warm pile of ashes, just barely glowing with some remaining heat.  The music was silenced, The pages empty, and the passion tempered.  What had become of his romping grounds?!  He snarled, softly.  His eyes narrowed, and with the grace of a fox, he dashed away into the darkness.

     All was still and calm, and then suddenly a tiny flame ignited itself on top of the ashes, and slowly began to grow...


     It was all just an innocent little curiosity - "If I had a fursona, what do you think it would be?" I asked my furry friend.  The question resonated, but only made more questions.  "Well, what kind do you FEEL like?"  I couldn't answer it.  I didn't really feel like anything, in fact what I did feel like had a tendency to change, constantly.  I humored the question, regardless, and tried to describe my innermost traits, which seemed to be present, no matter what sort of sona I was wearing at the time.  After thinking about it, for a few moments I came up with a list of traits:

" Sometimes sly, manupulative (but not maliciously, more like in... a playful way, in how I enjoy creating reactions in others, as it feeds my empathy).   nurturing, protective, darkly, sneaky, a bit of an attention fiend, fierce of emotions, loyal, silly, quietly intelligent.  Mystical."

He responded almost immediately!

"Almost like a kitsune. "

     A kitsune...   a FOX SPIRIT - playful, mysterious, sensual, mystical, shapeshifter!  I couldn't believe how much that hit home.  I take many forms of sonas (read characters in some cases), but they all have the same core spirit.  It would seem that in the process of defining such an innocent curiosity, my friend has identified the form of my very soul!  This was a fantastic epiphany, and I didn't hesitate to give it a manifestation which can interact with others.  Whatever it is he's doing is having a profound effect on my capacities.  I have been writing and even composing, something I haven't done in a long time!  Through his unbridled freedom and passion, he has begun to rekindle all the flames of creation within me.

     I'm not really sure where this new aspect of myself will take me, but I am sure that it will give renewed life to all the others which have been slowly fading away.  I think, for the first time in a long time, I can feel the lifeforce and the heart's song of my pony bard returning to my thoughts.  Thank you, Dreamsweet!

Pretty in Pinkie

I finally made a home for my "party girl" in Terraria~

From Which Spirit Comes - Part 7

     After staring across the void for what seemed like a lifetime, I gently bowed my head and turned away.  The rest of them had gone;  only I lingered, unsure of where to go.  All these thoughts unspoken, and promises silently made...  I pondered immortality; would I be remembered?

     So many things sealed within my own mind, my own spirit.  What will it take to break the seal which keeps them all locked away??  A single penstroke?  A single keystroke?  Somewhere, deep down inside, resides that spark.

My Little Desktop

     One day at work, my brother and sister presented me with a little gift - a Funko MLP blind bag.  Of course I was delighted and when I pulled the pony out of the black wrapper, it was Apple Bloom~!  "Aww that's adorable!"  I said in front of my siblings.  I loved it.  Of course, such things quickly breed new addictions and shortly after, I began to acquire more.  The first one I pulled, to my  delight, was Sweetie Belle!  Well, at this point, I became hell bent on getting me a set of Cutie Mark Crusaders to put on my desk for inspiration.  I acquired several others, always seeming to get matched groups - Cadance and Shing Armor, Celestia and Luna.  With my luck diminishing, I simply got the rest as singles, plus one from an older set, giving each crusader her own princess mentor.  Here they are, serving as 'my little muses'.

The Journal

My little brother got me a gift - A beautiful journal with a dragon on the cover.

I've decided a use for this book.  Every day, if I can draw enough, I will write a little bit of something, to help inspire me.  It will help me to write more often, and to practice as well.  I feel like I will benefit from this, and my road to recovery will be a little easier to journey.

     It's a new year, a new life!  I've moved away from the Carolinas and into the heartland.  Life here has been quite the change, and it's taking me a lot of getting used to.  I'm managing, however, and I think in the long run it will be good for me.

     I was gone from IRC for about a month, while I had no internet connection to my computer.  That had to be one of the hardest things to deal with.  Yes, I have a bit of a internet addiction, but also being without my friends and away from the presence of a couple of my soulmates was really tasking on my spirit.  It's all hooked up, now and I have a fibered connection here.  That's a neat change from where I was.  Games happen once again and I also can RP and go back to watching Pony episodes!

     Slowly, I have been unpacking things and setting up my new "space".  I have the desk back up, my cards and pony things are mostly unpacked, except for my corner display - I need to find them a home and get them back out.  A small group of ponies graces my desk, and they give me a smile and help to fuel my dreams.  I even have a place I can write and work, now. 

     Things have been helping me.  My job doesn't stress me out and now I've gotten back in contact with people on the net and in the physical realm who genuinely spark my spirit.  My imagination has been on the rebound.  I've been setting up to RP again, and I'm getting back into RPGs with my brother and sister.  My spirit has been healing and I have felt this sense of energy which I had been lacking a long time.  It's a good feeling~  I'm anxious to finish some old stories and to begin new ones, to share with my beloved friends.  The bard has returned!