I have always been brave, strong... a warrior. It took me a long time to tame myself barely enough to avoid making mistakes and taking other people causes are mine.

I have accomplished many quests, knowing myself deeply, accepting all my mistakes, and learning to love myself in healthier ways.

I have been dazed and confused lately.

Timing has been very weird with me, always offering me everything I want at the same time, for me to choose only one of the choices. Then, as the teaser that time use to be, he takes the rest of the choices, or even all of them.

My quest on this time is to grab all that Time is offering to me.

But again, there are some irreconciliable choices.

I'm taking my sword, this time hoping to take at least what I really need, no matter what.

I cannot be sure if I'm making the right decisions, my heart and my intuition are helping, but my brain is playing chess with me. Only time will tell, but this time my hopes are high, and If I come back from my quest with empty hands, this time it could end even with my hands broken.

Whatever the outcome, the quest is well worth any dangers.

May the Norns have mercy on my soul, may my sisters, the Walkyries stand by me while I hold my sword...

Warriors cannot die in any other way.

So, this is a time of quests, chalenges, opportunities and decisions. Some of them are made, some are still onthe process. I'm trying to depure myself from all of my shadows, from each of my demons, from anything useless tha I could be carring.

My sword is heavier enough, so is my shield.

Sometimes you have to be willing to fight barehanded too.

May God keep blessing me with my eagle eyes, with the acute senses of the wolf that inhabits my soul since I can remember, and may I can come back to share good news and blessings to all of my people.

Ready or not, here I come.

May the hand of God keep holding me, and for all of you that pray for me when you feel that I need your prayers, thanks, as always!

The path is pretty uncertain. Pretty but uncertain, uncertain but pretty...

Risks are a source of adrenaline. I must recognise that I'm addicted to the adrenaline rushes... 

And even if I prefer Glenlivet or Chivas Regal, today Johnny has a better advice...

Keep Walking! 

The pic goes in loving memory to my old pack.