Another day thrown into the surreal..filled with so many little intricacies, I could not put them all to paper, nor am I sure I would want to...

I must endeavour not to write my days as a series of events, there is no justice in that for me...and if I were to look back over it, as with yesterday, I would feel I have lessened it somehow..

We are named....it's a start, not a fresh one, for I do not believe they exist,..there are only continuations in a new direction. For myself I think the name itself was irrelevant, the symbolism was what caught me.....the fact we are now...something, together, whole....

There were many things that...stuck with me, changed and tempered my mood, spilled me one way then hauled me back the other.....the line, the quest for knowledge, a chat with the initiate, a loan to a friend, the daisy and the dandelion...and the warrior, always the warrior changes me....