Smriti's Journal Entry 9

I awoke, once again with memories of my brothers and sisters at the monastery.. I think about my life then. The quiet, peaceful monotony. Everyday I would wake, do morning prayers then chores. We would all share a simple breakfast of fruit and nuts and porridge. Then it was time for fighter practice. The mornings spent in the bright sun out in the east courtyard… I must admit, I wondered why we must do such strenuous activity in the brightest, hottest spot on the mountain. After a late lunch with the rest of the fighters, on some days we spent the afternoon working in the infirmary, looking after the sick and injured who had no place else to turn. On others we spent time in the workshops, though I must admit I was never as good as I wanted to be. After super and evening prayer services we spent the evening in quiet reflection, not speaking until the bell rang for morning service. Very few days differed from that. I can remember hating that EVERY day was the same, wishing for something different… what I would not give for one day where I felt as safe as I did there. I have been trained to find peace in any surroundings, I must find a way to do that again. I have felt so out of control, with one attack after the next, one encounter after the next…so little time for prayers and reflection as I had at the monastery…. I think this morning once I am done here I will have my head shaved. We are staying with the king one more day and I think I will take advantage of the down time. I hope that this will help me to connect with my past. It may shock my friends, but I think we are close enough that they will get over it. With my newly flaming head band I should make quite a site :)

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