I'm not sure why, but Rudy and Old Man Winters insisted I should be the one to start this. Old Man Winders always says I was brought here for something greater, but I never thought a blog was it.
Anyways, it's snowing here in Ann Arbor. They plowed the roads this morning, but they didn't seem to notice my car was parked in the street, so now my car resembles more a mound of now. So, I actually have time to sit here and put out this blog.
I'm not really sure what to write, but Old Man Winters insisted I include enough history to tell our story, but not enough to get us stalked, so here goes.
I wanted to talk about vision, like in the mind's eye. When you read something or see something about love and hate, or right and wrong, you have to equate it that back to something in your past. You see the couple kissing in the rain on the movie screen and you remember your first kiss, or maybe the last kiss you had greeting the person next to you in the theater. Once you've got this memory, the image of love becomes true, at least to you. It something that happens all the time. History colors of decisions of the future. It also allows us dimensional immigrants to hide so well among humans.
Humans are not alone here on Earth.
Elves, dwarves, gnolls, and other creatures inhabit the Earth right along with humans, mostly under their noses. It helps too that most races from the Wyld are more or less human shape. Sure a dwarf is only 3 feet tall, but so are the Roloffs. And hey, Gnolls are big and hairy, but so is Tom Selleck. And when human's look at me, the almond shaped eyes and pointed ears of my elven heritage melt away, at least to humans. Though, everyone once in awhile when I get my hair cut, I can see sidelong glances from the hair dresser as they navigate around something that's physically there, but their mind won't let them see.
We come from a dimension that sometimes overlaps with Earth's dimension that we've come to call the Wyld. It's a place a lot like Earth, filled with rolling hills and magic, as far as I've heard. Every creature of the Wyld dreams of the Wyld, seeing the world they left behind, longing to go home, but we can't. The portals that pull us here are only open long enough to drop us off, there's no return trip.
But, unlike everyone else from the Wyld, I don't dream. Every other Wyld folk dreams of snippets and scenes from their past in the Wyld. I've been able to paint some interesting memory pictures from listening to those freaky friends at Rudy's bar and movies like Lord of the Rings. Sorry Rudy, if you're reading this before I can tell you.
I was brought over still in my mother's womb and born here on Earth. It's given me a unique perspective, torn between the heritage I can't remember and the world I don't feel completely in place in.
So, I've done the college thing, still looking for the career thing, working at the family art gallery thing, and trying to have as much fun as possible on the side.
Here's to happy times and no regrets.
-Leah
