Week of September 28, 2025 – Window for Guesthouse, massive mushroom, & Rhowena’s thoughts on water.

(Above: The exterior of the guesthouse with the front window in place. El exterior de la casa de huéspedes con la ventana frontal en su lugar .)

9/28/2025: Today began in the low 70s and warmed into the low 90s.

9/29/2025: Today began in the mid 70s and warmed into the mid 80s. Rainy and cloudy morning followed by an afternoon beset by intermittent bouts of precipitation.

9/30/2025: Today began in the low 70s and warmed into the mid 80s. Mostly cloudy and a little bit breezy.

10/1/2025: Today began in the low 70s and warmed into the high 80s. Mostly sunny.

10/2/2025: Today began in the mid 70s and warmed into the high 80s. Mostly sunny morning followed by a cloudy afternoon.

10/3/2025: Today began in the mid 70s and warmed into the mid 80s. Mostly cloudy.

10/4/2025: Today began in the low 70s and warmed into the mid 80s. Brief bouts of precipitation throughout.

Final Note: This was originally intended to be read at a gathering with Sean & Katie on Friday. Unfortunately, an illness prevented them from coming to feast with us. Still, it gave me an opportunity to revise and fine-tune the epigraph for Bakkan’s Chapter 10 in Book 2 – TLB:

I hate admitting it, but Auriel was right. 

At first, I thought this was our Court Alchemist’s way of brushing me off her pinafore so she can govern the Vale and educate my children as she sees fit. (Granted, she may consider that an added benefit of the current arrangement). However, as I reposed this morning on my favorite boulder, I could not deny the tranquility and perspective that has settled upon me over these past three moons. I sat for a time, observing the streamlet that trickles its way down the cliff face just behind my cabin, granting the stone sparkling beards of emerald lichen and forming a small pool at the base – a favorite bathing spot for the avians of the region.

At one point, there was a robin – a gorgeous red-breasted fellow – that, in spite of there being space enough for the small flock of his kin, insisted on opening his craw in an ugly yawn and chasing off every other potential bather. I watched him for some time, and while doing so, I reflected. I reflected deeply. I descended into myself as if into a deep, dark spring, thinking... thinking of what? Nothing other than the medium through which I sank: Water. Whether rill or robin and whether river or row-man or froth or Fahreiver, life is water. Much of the variation we see is manifested solely by differences in its distribution.

Of course, as is often the case, my ponderings turned toward the Empire. More specifically, the Lower Quadrant. At this time, enemies of our house are crossing the stormy autumn seas. They risk death by drowning (if that is not symbolic, I do not know what is), and when they arrive? They will die by the thousands – the tens of thousands – along with our own.

And all for what? The pursuit of more water. The desire to control more water.

Why must we be like the robin? Why, when – with a few moments’ consciousness – a trickling streamlet is enough to fuel a moon’s worth of contemplation? Why do we yearn to control an ocean when, gods know, it is impossible to master the one droplet that is our own?

- from ‘Studies of Self & Silver’ written by Queen Rhowena Plompaytis
Falls where I sat for a time.
Private falls.

1 thought on “Week of September 28, 2025 – Window for Guesthouse, massive mushroom, & Rhowena’s thoughts on water.”

  1. Sure appreciate the sharing of both the writing and tasty food… I’m working on my drop, plenty to keep me busy there. It was an interesting week no doubt.

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