It has been nearly a year since last I posted here. Not that there's been nothing going on, I've just been occupied with other things and the manifest life has taken its toll.
I am 62 Winters old now. Not old by most modern reckoning, no. By standard lifespans I probably have 20 years or so remaining. Give or take. I have, however, lived more in my 62 years than most folk do in several lifetimes. I admit, I *am* tired. Weary. In spirit and in body. I cannot say I will be sad when my time to fade into the West comes around. A rest will be most appreciated! Then I will be back at it again, to be sure, as I have so many times before.
Until then, however, I keep on keeping on. I keep working on drawing my bows, for target and for hunting. I throw to keep the javelin arm going. I have been lax on shield training...I probably ought to sort that out. To a large degree, however, the fearsome heat and murk of this past Summer has kept me bound close to home. The Shadow's weapons as ever, and effective as well. With the season drawing toward Autumn, or what will pass for it this year, the ability to get out and about becomes easier. Thank goodness!
Despite continuing work with bow, spear, and javelin, not to mention sling, I work more with lyres, harps, drums, and flutes. I am a Bard, after all, a Harper. Taur'Nandaro, as it were. To that end most of my kit and clothing has been oriented in that direction. Much of humanity fights against ageing. I do not, deeming it a natural part of the cycle. I see no good reason to fight a hopeless battle. Stay healthy, yes, sure, that is fine. Yet the end remains the same. There are too many things still to learn, to see, to do, to be wasting time fighting a battle that cannot ultimately be won.
This Autumn shall see more images of music playing, Taur'Amandil doings, and so on. Less of the snoop and poop. That's really a game for young folk. Wisdom dictates more care these days.
So, working on a new niche, I suppose. Or rather, redecorating an old one. ;)
Namarië
Eledhwen Taur'Nandaro
