I'm... Really Sorry, Gina.

I'm... really sorry, Gina.

Trust me, I'm looking in the mirror, and I don't like what I'm seeing.

What are your apprentice's best traits? What are you most proud of her for?

For staying, even when it's hard. For standing up for her friends; for standing up for herself. For learning how to trust; for knowing when to distrust. For managing to build herself a happy life despite everything that's been working against her. For being able to get through even the toughest of times, and come out stronger the other end.

I'm not sure it's fair to call her my apprentice. Really, it was more like the opposite.

“Healing is layers. Healing is time. Healing is excruciating. Once you think it’s done, it’s not.”

— Mary DeMuth

Hi, my name is Silvano. I live in the woods with my beloved, @chaosofshadow, and this blog is mostly a place for me to record my thoughts, collect things I like, and keep in touch with friends and family.

You may ask me anything you like, and I'll try to answer as well as I can.

Tag list:

#from the woods - my reflections

#whispers in the wind - my poetry

#echoes - replies to others' posts

#resonances - answered asks

#ebb and flow - queued posts

(OOC: follow this link if you are confused about what this is.)

what is the meaning behind your blog name and theme?

I... grew up in a small village in the countryside, surrounded by the woods. I used to spend many hours there, often with my father. But after leaving the village as a child, I barely ever spent any time outside larger cities, until I moved in with S this summer.

It's... nice, to be back. Even if this forest is different from the one I remember from my childhood, it still sort of... grounds me. I think it helps to be close to nature, when I try to... stay tethered.

...Well, there's that, and... It's a pretty stupid thing, but... S's last name is Greenwood. I suppose a part of me was hoping...

.........

...My name means "beloved saviour", actually. Incredibly ironic, as both my mother and father have repressed all their memories of me, which seems an unlikely fate for someone who's supposedly named after how loved they are. But here we are, now.

Even if I will never live up to the original meaning of my name, maybe it could be repurposed into something new and meaningful. Named after what I treasure, rather than after my parents' shattered hopes of what I'd become.