Searching for the blessings of a long forgotten muse, I sit here, pen in hand with fingers cramping already. Staring at the blank page trying to remember. Try to form thought - been so long, been so long synapses are rusted. Trying to find the fuzzball, best man at my wedding. I've already walked through the darkness, the light was 6lb 11oz with blonde hair and blue eyes - may he never lose those eyes - full of merriment and wonder. I am old, jaded, and set in my reptilian ways - look at the dragonlet, he is all the meaning I've quested for, the meaning of life - now I think I've found it. Life exists to serve itself in never ending cycle. "Hoof and horn, hoof and horn, all that dies will be reborn - corn and grain, corn and grain, all that falls will rise again."

My soul was slain with the passage of time, but now I find myself renewed - dreams and hopes and fears and joys flow within me again. "Earth my body, water my blood..." the waves of spirit sing their tidal song. The young one embodies bliss and joy. "Air my breath, and fire my spirit" - the dragon calls to me again. Many say they would die for their children; I would kill for mine. A fierceness I've never felt beats in my heart and veins. Hurt my child and I am the dark god - the stag horned lord wielding the bloodied spear - fierce and terrible. I am again the lovers' son with love and kindness and mercy - may my son only know this side of me and never have to witness my wroth. 

My lifemate - my soulmate - my chosen companion of hearth and soul - my lover, my priestess, my goddess, my wife - I feel my love for her has only grown. She has set me upon this path that once I followed but have lost, and now have been shown again. Words are again my ritual tools, books my gods, libraries my cathedrals, and the blank page the altar upon which I make sacrifice.