Wandering Warriors

Work had kept me from here for the past few months, until around Thanksgiving, then a little family situation took up my time on through Christmas and the job situation has changed again, leaving me more time to be back here to do this that we do.

That being said, I'm not picking up the sword and shield again just yet. For personal reasons, I need some time just to regroup, to think, to heal. My reasons are my own, but there are reasons for this. I know I've never gotten overly personal about my own private life here; I'm a private individual, I tend to play my hand pretty close, as it were. I see no reason to change that right now. Doesn't mean that I intend for people to stop by here and wonder, "Did he die? Leave? What?" Right now my heart just isn't in the fight.

I'm still following events, but for now, I'm sidelining myself for a bit.

Until next,

A wandering warrior


Wandering...

My mind goes drifting, floating, gently and peacefully into the far away places.
It is a quiet time into which I go, into a place where men dwelleth not,
A place where the rivers run softly and unicorns run gaily across the mead.
Fireflies softly light the evening sky as the sun hangs lazily upon the horizon.
I turn and see a spray of water as a dolphin jumps happily in the water...

To ancient valleys and rolling hills, I ride my horse like
A blowing, rushing wind, his mane flying wildly behind his head
The salty taste of sea air heavy in my mouth, and its scent in my nostrils
As the horse takes me along a sandy beach, waves lapping gently across the shore
Like a lover, greeting a lost love and pulling together in a warm and familiar embrace.
Gulls fly over my head, crying their call as they hunt the waves for food.
And as my trusty black steed carries me along, I go awandering by the sea...

J. Michael Tippitt

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