Stay Not...

Been struck down by an illness of some sort it seems.

I think I may have picked it up in the last few days, reaquainting myself with this place. My Father went to the ship, to take stock and oversee repairs I expect. Whilst we, that is Mother, my sister and I explored the lands in the area. We went up through a forest and of course took Bear with us, ended up coming into some private land. The forest was beautiful,trees wearing moss like old men wear their beards, a show of wisdom, of knowledge of the world around. Some bore scars, names of those who came before. There was a wishing tree there, its trunk cracked open, sunlight and rainwater stroking the black and dead flesh of its core. The tree itself, its bark, its outer shell still living, carries on its life. Reaching for the heavens. The hollow was filled with bottles, rolled up sheets of paper inside. Wishes Mother said. The people putting faith in a miricle, something that should have died living on.

Is this what I am meant to do here I wonder?
Find life in a life thats dying?
Or do I find someway to renew it?

Perhaps the Captain is right. I have to return to a time when I nurtured my life, to the things that drove me naturally.
Pehaps I need to un-Grow-Up....