Hope and Sorrow

“The Fellowship of the Ring.” Chapter 11, “A Knife in the Dark.”

Before sharing the tale of Beren and Tinuviel with his four hobbit companions, Aragorn said…

“‘I will tell you the tale of Tinu ́viel,’ said Strider, ‘in brief – for it is a long tale of which the end is not known; and there are none now, except Elrond, that remember it aright as it was told of old. It is a fair tale, though it is sad, as are all the tales of Middle-earth, and yet it may lift up your hearts.’”

Sad tales. So much sorrow. Middle-earth is heavy with it; yet, each sorrow, when shared in song and story, strengthens hearts for these sorrows (most of them anyway) are accompanied with love, friendship, loyalty, courage, etc. Hearts are, indeed, lifted. Arda is better for the sorrow. Stronger. More beautiful.

I believe our world is much the same. I hope it is, anyway.

The photo is a card from Lord of the Rings: The Card Game. Excellent fun.

In a hole in the ground…

Write about your dream home.

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”

from The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien

Alive

What could you do differently?

1. I could hum more often.

2. I could better appreciate a warm blanket.

3. I could say hello to everyone I encounter.

4. I could write another book.

5. I could complain less.

6. I could make pancakes.

7. I could listen to the trees.

8. I could walk in the rain.

9. I could plant a garden.

10. I could realize I’m alive.

A Hobbit’s Library

You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

Neat, but not too neat. A cup of tea graced with a drizzle of honey. The chair cushions are firm. The pillows are soft. It’s autumn. The open window invites sweet, sweet aromas: earth and harvest. The shelves are lined with books, each one standing at attention. A regiment of adventures!! In a volume of blank pages, I’ll record my own.

Shhh. This is my place.

Silence

What was the last thing you did for play or fun?

I spoke to a field mouse.

Silence

I’ve asked a field mouse
to tell the sparrow
who knows a badger
who enjoys the sunshine
near the brook

that flows through the glade
where a cricket cools
in an elm tree’s shadow
to remind the goblin
with the red suspenders

to gently whisper
in the ogre’s ear
“Please, take care,
don’t snore tonight.”
The world needs

a bit of silence
now and then.