Greetings Dear Reader,
One of the things I love about the road is meeting people
both known and unknown. I have stayed
at the hotel I am in before and the front desk manager greeted me by name when
I came into the lobby.
He not only remembered me but had my room key ready and
assured that the internet signal was strong it the room I received. I asked if they kept notes on guests and he
said that he remembered I had troubles with the signal the last time I was here
but I was so nice about it he wanted to assure that it did not recur. It is a merry meeting when you reencounter a
stranger to whom you have been kind.
Later today I will see family that I have not seen since
last Thanksgiving. It besieges my heart
that I live so far away but it also true that where I live is much more to my
liking. I am still looking for my Rivendell
where I can enjoy writing my tales and sitting in the evening with my pipe and
mug. I begin to lost hope that I will
ever find it.
Seeing my family will still be a good thing. I love them and wish we could be closer
without me having to move. It is an odd
thing that I feel so isolated as sit in this room where strangers welcome me
and no one knows me. Avalon once said of
a friend she loves that this person had to be taken in small doses. After I met the friend I realized this was
true. I think it may be true of me as
well.
I will also re-encounter family that does not know me
well. Nieces and nephews who do not know
me will be my entertainment for a couple of days. As I journey to the place of the Misty
Mountains and the Lonely Mountain I identify more with the latter.
The meetings will be merry as will I be so. The time will be brief. I continue to wonder as I wander where I fit
in under the naked stars. Perhaps the
journey will show me. Even if it does
not I will find the joy in it.
Farewell
we call to hearth and hall – J.R.R. Tolkien
Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away ere break of day
Far over wood and mountain tall.
To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell,
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
And whither then we cannot tell.
With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.
We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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