A Long Winter’s Night — Advice As We Embark
Posted By Randy on January 1, 2025

We’re girding our loins for another Winter campaign. (Source: Three Princesses of Whiteland, illustrated by Kay Nielsen
Greetings Goode and Weary Pilgrims as we embark together on another Hunt, joyous in the comradeship of our Worthy fellows even as many among our number may have been lamed by the vicissitudes of months past.
We aren’t dead yet.
An odd time this. In my travels upon the land, I find even the Wise and Accomplished taking solace in an end to travails now all too well known and of a certainty not missed, while at the same time stepping off into the Great Unknown in a manner not unlike our progenitors of yore who willingly cast off old and worn dangers to face even older and more primal Realities heretofore unimagined. Know that however restorative meditation over past woundings and future options may be, its practice by the ill advised comes with a stacked deck capable of stifling boldness of Action, and instead harnessing the hesitant to a treadmill of second thoughts.
The Worthy will turn those cards to better use by burning them to light the way through these dark times, along with the treadmill and any other artifice that stinks of knees, for weakness stays the hand, and in stillness is Death.
Other fuels expended, fear no encroaching shadows for their banishment is assured by burning the bridge or the ship that brought you to where you stand today, for today is all you can lay claim to, and even that only if you are Worthy.
Are you Worthy?
That isn’t for anyone but you to judge, but you’ll know Goode Pilgrim. You’ll know.
Absolutely worthiness and definitely lighting the torches as I move ahead into the new year as I am sure you are as well and what is even more disturbing is the nonsense that happened in New Orleans well, it’s not nonsense but at least they shot the guy and he just drove over the border from Mexico, went to Texas Eagle passes in West Texas and drove all the way to New Orleans.
Aside from that I went for my morning walk in the great unwashed streets of New York City, enjoying my cigar minding my business and I must tell you it is cold and gray and drizzly and a full blown feeling of everything being ominous so let’s just hope I hate to use that word That on the 20th all boys does take office
Love to the house
I very definitely find myself at that so called, “odd time”. This year at the end of April will see me arriving at the conclusion of my 35th year and rapidly approaching an end of a certain type. From the very early days and the killer B, to the end of my 35th, I have seen and experienced far more than I ever thought possible. Now the ultimate decision as to when and how I finally, “pull the pin”. Do I slip away quietly, or just throw the damned thing from which the pin was pulled. Time for some big decisions that will see imense changes in a life running somewhere close to 90 mph to what I suppose could be what ever speed I choose.
It will be a New and Interesting Year, with a lifetime of skills that may not be entirely marketable, but still remain quite useful. Whether for good or bad, decisions must still be made.
All that said, the hunt still moves on …
All the best to you and yours
Martin M