The Journey Continues

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War is done, and all went...maybe not "well" but anyway, it all got done.

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The fighting was good, and the company of old friends that I have missed was sweet. All the rest falls by the wayside, be it good or ill, for I have sat by the fire with my comrades in arms, and with good friends who share a dream worth dreaming.

But even this long week of intense busy-ness, scattered about with moments of silence and bliss, even this turns out to just be a stop along the way.

I will journey a bit longer on the road I am on, and try to rebuild the Triskele Legion of Trimaris into something more worthy of the dream it started as. So I am on the road to War still, or so it seems to me. There is so much to do, and as captain, I have not done enough to make the unit successful, and it's about time I did something about it. Though I did not seek out this position of responsibility, still I accepted it, it is mine. We are undermanned with soldiers, and our activity level is low except at war. We have little respect on the field as a unit, and there is no reason it should be any different right now, quite frankly. Yet I hope to change all that in the coming months.

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The Hope Challenge has helped me come to this decision, and will help me to reach my goals, so I have to give many thanks to my fellow followers of Hope! Giving up was never really an option anyway, so here I go. You inspire me to do more, to dream what can be done, and to make that dream big.

This path of intention puts me in a warrior frame of mind, or rather keeps me in the one I have been in for the past few weeks. When setting out on such a path, it seems fitting to take a moment and marry your purpose with that of heaven, and thus try to ensure your path is one of right action and not violence or hatred. So what follows is the prayer from "Ibn" the 13th Warrior...

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Merciful Father.... I have squandered my days with plans of many things.

This was not among them.

But at this moment, I beg only to live the next few minutes well.

For all we ought to have thought and have not thought... All we ought to have said and have not said...All we ought to have done and have not done...I pray thee, God, for forgiveness.

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Committment

I try to see life in its simplest, most beautiful form, but the mundane stuff is an obstacle for me. Seeking the divine is not hard for me when I'm trying to do it, and certainly moments capture me, and my breath is taken away, at odd and unexpected times. But most days the mundanities stand in my way.
Such a thing is Committment.
It is at once a noble thing, a thing that allows for Purpose, and Loyalty, and Dependability, and yet it binds and chafes, at times. I find that when it seems a burden, I long for the simpler times, when Duty doesn't lead into Honor, but instead Honor can roam around and seek it's own way.
But Duty will not be forgotten, and it is to be respected. So on with Duty, and there I go... grabbing moments of my own when I can. Is this at all familiar?

I should not complain, my work is not so hard as I make it seem, and surely it is a joy to me to have a duty to fulfill, and I am sure that being without purpose is not good.

War cometh, and with him a host of duties. Who else will answer the call but me? Perhaps I will be suprised at who steps up, but even if it is just I, I will stand and answer.

St. Patrick's Day next Tuesday! How fortunate! That evening, I will be assisting a friend to hold a torchlight tourney. He will hold the field against any who would do honorable combat with him, in celebration of being named a Baron of the court one year ago. He does great honor to the crown, I think, and I will be glad to spend my St. Patrick's Day in support of that good deed of arms.

Almost time to pack.

Drums, drums, drums in the deep