Two massive events are making waves in my soul’s world. One is a joyous thing. The other is a strong thing and a painful thing, and one of which it is hard to write.
The snow’s almost all gone now. There’s a storm blowing outside and I’m worried about a tarp that’s protecting something precious and beautiful out there. Tomorrow, the 27th, it’ll be my birthday. I’ll be 40.
This is how it begins. In a certain Tsardom of the thirtieth realm, across thrice-nine lands… Aah, yes… Not once-nine, or twice-nine, but thrice-nine. To hear those words, or to speak those words, even to write those words, is to begin something that is so close to my heart, so essential to me, that I… Continue reading Thrice-Nine