thoughts

The ocean is beautiful this time of year. The icy chill of winter hasn't yet risen from the deepest recesses of the water, and yet the warm air sweeping in from the looming spring gives the surface such a tempting glimmer. I suppose I never appreciated the sight while in Dornoch. A labyrinth of...

O great Sunfather, I come to you with a weary heart. Everywhere I turn, I see your people's minds corrupt with greed, pride, vanity, and envy, rather than full of your light and love. I confess that I too have had my pride wounded in your service and that I envy your Priests and Priestess of the...