An Ill Wind  

Posted by Alex Pendragon

Tonight, evil will paint the landscape of an increasingly lawless Mexico, as the drug gangs kill each other and the innocents caught in the crossfire. Another journalist who hasn't already gotten the message will be assassinated, the public reminded that what goes on in the Kremlin, stays in the Kremlin. A ragtag navy of amateur pirates will ply the rich trade routes of the Arabian gulf and blatantly take another ship and it's crew hostage. And a Jacksonville Police officer will once again be forced to return fire on a desperate young black man who has lost all respect for life, including his own. This is the ill wind that blows thru the land of men.

Tonight, the leaves still hanging desperately to the limbs of oaks growing from the sand of Pendragon Hold will be not-so-gently encouraged to relinquish their hold and return to the good earth from which they will be reborn. A meteorological phenomenon brought about by differing pressures within the atmosphere of this planet will have it's effect upon the Earth and all that reside upon it, with no ill will or evil intent, which may or may not instill some tragedy upon those caught within it's fickle embrace. The wind, my friends, does not know fairness, or good, or bad, but is indifferent, as all of nature must be, for it is within this indifference that goodness and light must learn to thrive, or perish, no helping hand lent, no cosmic cheerleaders on the sidelines to root for the "good guys".

As this cold front passes through the trees of Pendragon hold this night, I want to wish the very best upon all those who via this blog have shared our hearth, our hearts, and our joys. An ill wind is visited upon us, created by us, and can only be undone by us. But remember, the leaves upon that ground had their season, they knew the brightest green of spring, the grandest green of summer, and the valiant yellows and reds and browns of fall; now it is time to come home, for spring will come, as will the rain, the sun, and some purpose under heaven.

Blessed Be!

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5 slick comments


I don't know about your oak trees, but ours don't give up their leaves until Spring when the new leaves sprout, not FALL, when one would reasonable think they'd come down. They are, however, giving up a plethora of acorns and their caps. Separately. In torrents. You'd think that it was hailing over here. Does that mean we're about to get a very cold, very hard winter?

How'd you survive the cold front? We almost thought we'd get snow!

December 12, 2008 at 4:07 PM

And this too shall pass.

December 12, 2008 at 6:33 PM

"it's an ill wind ...." there is great evil in the world; but so too is there great good. Sometimes we just are blind to it.

December 12, 2008 at 7:52 PM

There's nothing new under the sun - or moon. People have done very bad things forever, and very good things as well. It's the way of life.

December 16, 2008 at 12:37 PM

Dont ya just love it when a plan comes together?

December 17, 2008 at 7:49 AM

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