excerpt from The Journal of Krish..
We stopped as the last rays of the setting sun filtered through the trees. I have a few moments of daylight to open my thoughts and add to my journal.
It has been some time since we traveled as hard as we did today. Exhaustion and grief is outweighing the sense of urgency and we need to sit under the trees and rest. Sam started a small fire and is brewing tea, softly humming to herself. I know that tune, a sad song of lost warriors in battle from our younger days. It seems fitting to the mood of the day as I stretch out by this log to work out the tired of my legs.
Too much time on the boat, too much time riding horses, the past few years has made me soft. I almost wish I had kept the horses and not traded them for building materials for the boat, but it was a good trade. Too bad we have to go across land to home, the boat would have been easier. Our journeys across the big lake these past couple of years have been a pleasure.
I must be tired to be losing my focus. The trip to Wenona is long overdue and now with the death of my friend, it should be all I am thinking about right now. It is not though. The path Sam and I have followed since we left Wenona has been peaceful. Too many years of war and too much pain when we came home to the valley, left us searching for that peace.
It will be good to see our friends again, good to honor Carnac. But there is something just outside of my vision that troubles my thoughts, something is there. There is a darkness, a mist that has me feeling at a lost, and I know it troubles Sam as well. The death of Carnac, that alone is hard for me to write and to feel, but this has made it grow.
It is time to go, Sam is tidying up our camp. My tea has grown cold but it still restores some of my energy. My thoughts and my feelings are confused. Walking under the trees and the light of the harvest moon always clears my mind. I need that now more then ever. So we'll walk toward home.
Keep up the good work!
Posted by: Zoba83 | 09/27/2010 at 03:46 PM