Dark Sentiments Season 12 — Day 1: Another Gathering
Posted By Randy on October 1, 2021
Titled The Uninvited Guest, all who come here know that for some, the door is always open.
Welcome back Goode Survivor to this, our dozenth season of Dark Sentiments! As usual, we meet tonight under a cloud of existential uncertainty, and what of it? We all know the ultimate in packing light is to simply bring the best of yourself, and besides, isn’t this what we’ve been preparing and training ourselves for all this time we haven’t been dead?
I must tell you however that this season will be a temporary departure from our customary Dark Sentiments format wherein a sentiment appeared here nightly for each of the 31 days of October. Rather, and due to the all consuming demands of moving the LFM place of residence lock, stock, barrel, and Fortress of Solitude, our further utterances for this 12th Season will appear here on 8, 15, 22, 29, and 31 October 2021. Please stay tuned!
So now, let’s begin the revelries with this ditty of greeting to you all.
The Dozenth Greeting
By LFM
This season marks the nexus of twelve months we’ve walked afield,
Welcome back Goode Traveller, there’s much to be revealed.
The harvest sun sets early so the story fire is lit.
Fear not the looming shadows, just come find your place and sit.
Apologies from usuals have come in through the day,
They all had pressing need to pick up washing on the way.
And thus the empty places where those usuals would be —
They’d laundry bills to settle with les Lavandières de Nuit.
Let’s revel in the darkness for a while, just you and me,
We’ll need our wits about us, here’s dark chocolate with your tea.
Though our loins be rightly girded, here we’ll draw no blade or gun,
But the sword of wit and wisdom we’ll unsheathe before we’re done.
Abandoning the homestead? Hmm. Moving to where,if I may be so bold as to ask. Peu importe. les Lavandiers, shroud washers to prepare the soon to be dead for their journey to ‘otherness.’
I have been lavandiering on my own hereabouts and witnessing inordinate madness and sudden deaths among some close to me. Again, peu importe.
My sword is in unsheathing standby.
Alors, noblesse.
Ah, Goode Steve, well met, and always a joy to see you in your customary place by the Dark Sentiments fire!
For clarity, this is by no means abandonment as it comes at the apex of a well considered and meticulously planned migration. One that I might add is a mere 15 kilometers north and into woods more suitable to our developing needs.
More on that by word of mouth. Meanwhile, keep dealing with your own laundry, sword in standby.