Survival In The Black

  The willow which bends to the tempest, often escapes better than the oak which resists it; and so in great calamities, it sometimes happens that light and frivolous spirits recover their elasticity and presence of mind sooner than those of a loftier character.  -Albert Schweitzer The minute my life with Firefly ended I was lost. Lost to drift in the space of this second life without an anchor to root me in place. I didn't know where to go, where to start, HOW to start. I had friends who left that life to other avenues and when I asked them to help, they jumped up without a second thought. And I will forever be grateful for them. But the damage was done. My ability to trust was marred. But not broken. Not lost forever. They created a family that to this day I still consider family. Even though its strained and a little weaker than before. But like they say, every Beginning comes from every Beginning's end. And I just couldnt erase what the past did to me. So I trooped on. Foun

 A former life of space and cowboys, reavers and companions. A former life that ended in pain for the player and a sense of distrust in others. Drifting through existence like a leaf on the wind. That life is over. And the past posts is like a former life, a past life that formed my world today.  Feel free to read the past posts but for now on, its all about Beladonna Kintsugi. Glued together by gold.  ~The Player