Catch up – a wild week and the river serpent
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It’s been a wild week and while I take some time to reflect on what a whirl wind it’s been.
First the river spirit is meant to be something that holds grudges. Like its currents, the memories it holds run deep and cut into stone cementing in the the wrongs, the loss and the broken promises of those who rely on its good will. Much like a busy week, or year in fact, a The river doesn’t really forget and neither does it always forgive. This week is a bit like that, I can feel it watching silently and waiting for another chance to drag me away from what really matters as I hold onto the loss of motivation, the broken promises to myself and the frantic need to catch up with what I missed out on.
Sometimes its just the stress that bursts its bank and then it feels like there is a hungry serpent ready to devour you, take what it feels like its owed without any bargaining of mercy.
The children kind of represent the unfinished stories, the blog that I have. Starting this week a few days late (not being able to post the pre-written blog updates due to transit and work) and then trying to catch up to maintain the pace was a bit of a stress. This sense of loss, a voice silenced and the crushing need to complete what I promised myself that threatens to drag me under kind of drove the inspiration for the twins this week.
The end of the week saw the Spirit revealing itself, a realisation and confrontation of what I had left on my plate, what I wanted to achieve and also what I had waiting for me in this week. I am a man that can not juggle but I am quickly finding that the eggs that I have been frantically trying to keep airborne are hatching into chickens – something that is confronting and a bit of an emotional reckoning of perhaps I don’t have all my hens in a row.
This post marks the end of a week that is finishing, the beginning of a new one where I am still behind. But, some ground has been made and its not as dire as the week before. But its probably a call out to look after myself and take it a bit slower when I can – the week or year even is not over.
The last notes for this weeks adventure of turbulence, the feeling of overwhelmed drive to complete a promise to myself to post a blog entry every day of the year this year as well as maintain work and personal relationships. It’s realising that I, at my centre, am a creature of routine, habit and trust that things will work out. This week like the silver key is kind of reflecting that my routine was smashed and lost for a bit there beneath the rapids.
Something that I am very proud of is the nights that I write in a row and rarely, if ever, do I post something in the past. But with the problems trying to upload this week while travelling with bad data connection I found myself stuck. The format had broken, the routine dashed and work was piling up. So to give myself a break I stopped for a few days and resigned myself to fixing it once home. And so the frantic week has come to the end with me returning to some kind of routine.
Tonight was a bit of a different pace. Reflecting on what made me write this adventure, re-write parts and expand it to what it is now I can see how my own work-week and life is reflected in the adventures I create on here. There is potentially something to say when I look at the more grim-dark adventures that I post occasionally. If you like this reflecting addition to the end of the week, let me know as it was actually a bit of fun as a very reflective individual at work it’s not that much of a stretch to do it at my table either. So thanks for dropping by, don’t forget that we have another week of adventure just around the corner and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
Brazen Wolfe Tabletop 