stevekenson | Brigadoon

We're home. We traveled through day, through mist, and through the long, dark hours of night, a seemingly endless, timeless journey to return to the ordinary world we know. The long night of Brigadoon is over, and that fabled place has faded once more into the mists for another year, until it appears again and we return home to it.

Describing the experience of Between the Worlds is difficult. To paraphrase an old saying: if you have not been a part of its magic, ten thousand words are not enough to capture it. If you have, then even one word is too much. Sufficient to say there was much magic, laughter, celebration, and brotherhood; old friends greeted warmly, new friends embraced like they had always been there; new paths opened, old ones laid to rest, much to consider, and many, many memories to treasure.

I began reading livejournals for two reasons: first, to keep up with scattered friends and associates in the RPG industry and, second, to stay in touch with my far-flung brothers from Between the Worlds. In the days to come, I hope to cast the web of friendship we have woven even wider to maintain those connections across the miles, and across the days and weeks ahead, until the time comes once again when the mists part, our paths cross, and we meet again in that fabled place, feeling like we'd never parted, and say to each other, "Welcome home."