Humans!!!!!!! It is a good day, A chilled day, A lovingly crisp day, A Chibi-Thulu day.

So I may have missed the past couple days of writing in but I was taken aside by some things that had to be done and took over the days I woke up too. The night was blissful and mine, I like it that way as I am able to get lots done and able to make sure that I am not missing out on talking to you lovely people. Just a good day and I think I am finally in the groove of having the day and night time set like a champ, just to get lots done and might have to see if I can double my blog post. One in the morning and one at night. Just to have a bit more out and have time to think and have time with you.

Of-course I am to oblige the ones who are part of this journey with me and I hope that the kinship, the tales I give is not to be seen as a grab for attention but a call to the ones who find the trials of humanity and the devotions to a semblances of “correct life” and find the bliss of a comfort in the procured obscurity of thought of more then human reasons. More then the reasons for life and seeking the different in the world and not the usual. Dark books written by a torn mind, the world of disconcerted jesters and broken knights who have not been home in a lifetime, rusted plates cover the bones of the past.

Hehe I love Chibi-thulu, He is the best thing I have come up with in a very long time. He is a good guy just trying to make it through the day like the rest of us. Bring hope and joy to the ones he loves and the ones he has yet to know.

So the the day is wonderful and the sun is breaking through the clouds and making the light through the window warm and comforting. A kind of the warmth that heats not just the skin but the soul as well. A kind of heat that is natural and something that is meant to be. Kind of like the feeling of the darkness around you abraded by the light of a camp fire, light pure of creation and life. Fallen wood to dry and make a great reliever of fear and the pain brought by the unknown and the things our minds create when we cannot see through the blanked twilight.

For the day is coming along and the night is to come yet to the world I find home. Many things to attend to and many ideas to write and books to find. I only hope the day comes when spoken word is a loved as muted riches.

For I must depart, for the night is coming and I have much to do before the twilight calls my eyes home.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.