Every place has a guardian

Corwin's words had stayed with Peninnah. He had said she should share the world as she saw it. Peninnah had not known how to share what she saw. To the mortal eyes it would be a dream or a nightmare perhaps. However it was to be seen the desire to share it was there in her mind. It took time to locate a piece of stone that she could acquire for free. It arrived and was placed in the sanctuary upon a table where she could work on the sculpture in relative private.

She walked around the stone piece. She could feel the stone. She knew it as she knew a close friend. Time had passed since she had sculpted. So much time had passed since she used any of the powers that made her what she was. She brushed her fingers over the surface. The stone bent to her touch like soft clay despite the grayish luster that marked it as marble.

Slowly a form came from the stone as her fingers worked over the cool surface. The shape of a crumbled church took form. The windows were gone but the details were there in every detail. Her pace slowed as she worked in the details of engravings, buttresses and the altar laying broken within. These were the dreams of a gargoyle. It was one of the many things she saw when her eyes closed.

Unaware of her environment Peninnah continued working on the piece. Once the creativity had begun she cold not stop working.

How should one answer if they are already what mortals would consider a mythical creature?

For this Friday, list all the places you have learned things. Mentors, the fields of life, schools, whatever has taught you how to make it in your world.

I believe we learn from everyone we encounter. Some we learn more from than others but time does not dictate how much we learn or gain from another. Over my long life I have met many thousands of people and experienced millions of events. I can not possibly do justice to a query such as this without writing a length novel that would span nearly six centuries.

I was created to trust without judgment, to care for no matter the disposition. It is my duty but I am not unaware of the consequences. There will be a time when the ideals that make me Godly will be of a detriment to me. I will not give up my duty for that risk. All duty involves risk that must be faced. Adversity makes us strong but it is in comfort we find peace. I have often spoke that I do not judge one based on what has been. I believe all have the ability to be something more than they are. If is the individual's choice to be as they are but in that lies no excuse for me to fall by the wayside and give up on them because of the past. The past holds nothing. It is the future that holds all we will and can be. In that I see the hope that all can be forgiven.

Perhaps many would call me naive for my views. I am not naive. I have passed centuries watching the lives of people and the outcomes of choices. I am not naive. I am humble. I am forgiving and I am comfort for those who can find it nowhere else. This is my duty. If it be a flaw than I will believe God has a plan for me and trust my path will be true.