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Annah says:

On Evohe, we think of ages differently than I have found humans do.  We celebrate our own Cycle Days–that being the day we were bloomed and born into the waking-world–and those of others.  We know that at a certain age, when one begins one’s Becoming and our body begins the Change that will allow us to participate in bringing new life into the world, we pass from being bloomlings into being seed-youths and seed-maidens.  Motherhood or fatherhood is yet another stage along life’s Wheel.  But we do not assign arbitrary lines and specifics to these stages; rather, they flow like music, the way we ourselves flow through the melodies and measures that are our own lives.

I am now twenty-two cycles old, strictly speaking.  I went to my rest–some would say I ‘died’–for the first time when I was barely twenty cycles old; when mine and Holder’s two children were newly born But that is yet another thing that is different between my kind and humankind.  What Holder’s people call ‘death’ is, for us, only a stage to be passed through, a rest that we take in the waking-world a number of times before the final passage from this life into what waits beyond.  I have seen what lies beyond the shores of the spirit-river, and I will not fear it when I must return.

When one knows life as a dance of sunlight and stardust, what is age but a number, and what is time but a song to be danced to?

Still, I believe it is a song to be treasured, and I celebrate each day when I may rise and sing that song again, for even a single measure more.

I would not have imagined, when I was a bloomling, how early the First Ones would call me to the far shores of the Essei-Khai, or how unprepared I would be to leave my friends, my beloved mate, and my own bloomlings behind me.

And for that reason I write this to you: do not worry about the number of your days.  Celebrate each new sunrise and each new Cycle’s coming as a thing of joy, but do not count them, striking them away as if they were chores to be accomplished.  Treat them instead as gifts given by ones you love, and who love you.  And share them with those you love, and who love you–for that is exactly what they are.

Sing songs of life to one another, and invite each other to add to the melody of your own days.

Make the turning of your days a song worth remembering.  I do not know if any beyond my own loved ones will remember the song of my life when I have gone to take my rest for the final time.  But that does not matter so much to me.  What matters, I have learned, is how well I sing it now, and how many others I invite to share in the singing.circledance

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Annah says:

Has it really been close to a full Cycle since I last wrote in this journal?  Holder has been telling me I have fallen behind, and other friends of ours have reminded me as well.  I could blame it on having more responsibilities these days, with Linnah and Laren here now, I suppose.  But having bloomlings–children–should not mean one’s life stops.

Change should enrich a life, not stop it.  Life is a cloth woven of changes; like the threads of a bedding-blanket woven by a parent for their child, as mine did for me when my mother was carrying me.  Our people sometimes are wrapped in bedding-blankets when they go to their final rest, as well–when they pass into selei-khai, ‘the crossing’–the final passage, not the temporary passage from the waking world that our kind may go through a number of times before our lives truly end.

The season of Firstwarmth is nearly at an end, and soon Fullwarmth will be upon us; not as hot as Greatsun, but still warm enough and without even a breath of chill most days.  Days for long soaks in the cold stream-water; days for long drinks of fireflower tea, freshly made–and the seedmaidens of our Grove have been harvesting the fireflowers already.

Having children does not just make one busy, but it also wakes one up, as well.  Holder is laughing now, as he reads this over my shoulder.  Our daughter Linnah was named for the morning-bird called the linnaere, whose song is often the first thing one hears in the mornings on Evohe–and her voice is usually the first thing we hear, even before our own.  Her brother Laren sleeps later–not much later, but still.  But although they have brought changes, they have brought joy as well.

These are stories I will tell you soon; things I will write more of in the days to come.  Embrace the changes that come to your own life, for change means, most of all, that the Wheel is still turning.  And that, in whatever season, is a thing of joy.rosewheel


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