Moonspear Synchronicity

backdated to feb 6th

Each day since singing songs for the dead Njord felt lighter. Awake. Alive.

Or, perhaps, it wasn’t the songs, but the act of putting words to the feelings in his heart and sharing them with his wife.

It permitted grief to pass through him like water in a river until the emotions flowed out into the sea of memory. There was sadness still, yes. There would always be. But Njord gained the renewed strength to move forward – instead of allowing himself to be moored by all the tragedy which had nearly capsized his heart.

Moonspear seemed to reflect this. It was an uncharacteristically sunny afternoon. The man hunted for a proper Ulaq for @Meerkat. He had come across many promising sites, but this one seemed special. An old, gnarled tree grew out the side of a large slab of moss-covered stone. Beneath the trunk was a wide burrow with a warm dirt floor. Njord stuck his head in to inspect it more closely…