Felt it was time to take the quill in my hand and write my thoughts down again, as it has been a while since done so. I got myself a new notebook, as the other one was filled with more sadness than good. I see this as a new beginning..

This week. I have to concentrate on The concert we are having 6 june.. I already got a friend to make this poster..

I tend to fall into deep thoughts.. As a musician and a songmaker I need to challenge myself and my creativity..Therefore I often have to go back in the past, look at the memories I have, regardless if they are good or bad..As an outcome it triggers my inspiration and I am able to write melodies. The backside of this is that I often get lost in my darkest thoughts.. And when I am alone in my house in Arwick I just stare at the air for hours. I usually pondering about my life and future. As a growin up woman, is many things I miss and many things I have lost.

I write this entry sat atop Talan Tirith, the flet where I spent many a year alongside Tinuvinil, serving our Lord and Lady, and homeland. I am delighted to finally be home. I was pleasantly surprised to find Tinuvinil was to journey with us. It seemed he had seen to the business that would have otherwise delayed him. He brought a companion with him also, Lady Mithanor.

I am healing. Slowly.

It hurts to move much. If the stitches in my stomach do not pull when I try, then it is the ones all down my back and across my shoulder. Given how much blood I lost, I do not dare risk tearing any of them through exertion. The pain is dulling now, thankfuly, down to just a mild ache if I stay still. This gives me hope that I should be in better, if not perfect, condition in short order.