“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.”
-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
It is time my children, you must leave this fortress; the battlements turned down. As Perceval left the forest in search of the Grail he knew nothing about, there are new adventures at hand for you and for me that we can’t at this time perceive… new words to write and old ones to reprimand. But it is all for naught if you never enter the world.
Yes, I have kept you here cradled while I fought sentences and paragraphs in hopes that one day I could send you off, satisfied that my best is achieved. But my best will never come into being. For it is my burden as well as my joy to never know that position. So like any parent I will let you go. I hide these moments of worry, regret, and fear and pray to keep my emotions at bay so you will return of your own accord with new insights from your travels. And for those who return tattered, I will take you in to recover only to let you fly again stronger than before.
So breath deep, fly the middle way through the Southern Cross as you touch the Aurora. Beware of flying too close to the sun, as well as deep oceans, and keep firm in the face of adversity for it is the man who never speaks out who walks about as though he were already in the grave.