So much has happened within the realm of knowledge. Even in the workshop, everyday toils were made enjoyable by those surrounding myself. It was a last bastion of familiarity before it finally came to an end. I've grown to know this place, enjoy this place, even when I hated it. It was familiar. The faces were comforting. And now they are slowly sealed away in their compartment that was that life. Not completely locked away but forever removed and no longer belonging to it. Much like a photograph cannot be relived.
How much I took for granted. How oblivious I was to how much I truly valued my position. Much like being forced to find a new dwelling on my own without the aid and companionship of The Bearded one. Known for all those years and then placed elsewhere in life. I don't fault him for it; his life is his own. It's the pain of the creeping attachment being pulled away much like vine from an old stone wall. Tis my nature that is my undoing and cause of this pain. A pain that will pass but yet is a force pressed within my chest until it passes.
.................how I pray for a place to lay down my own roots.
