Greetings Dear Reader,
A couple of days ago I mentioned that a large part of my
personality is that of a Guardian. The
largest part is that of a Bard. The
personality inventories would say an
Artist but my niche in artistry is not a clearly
defined. It is too multifaceted to
codify into something more specific.
It is in this space, as a troubadour that I find my oft
irritating idealism. It is why things like
faith come easily for me. It is the part
of me that frustrates and sometimes infuriates those who do not view the world
as I view it. It is a dangerous flaw
that I do not always know hard faith and hope are for others.
In the same way, this is the thing in me that longs for the
road and the journey. It is what drives
to create, write, and sing. It is where
I find the positive and beautiful things in life. It is the well of my optimism and
outlook. It is why I try to sing you
home instead of debate or teach you there.
It is in the stories and songs that we find courage and
hope. It is there we find examples to follow. We can wrestle with the great questions and
debate the universal truths on safe ground.
In the stories and songs offered by bards we can learn from the sorrow
and joy of life before we have to learn from it personally.
This part of me is also why I never really fit in with
others. It comes in conflict with the Guardian
when reality and ideals collide. It is
my nature to wander. Roving always goes
with minstrels. My gifts are meant to be
transient and vagabond. My benefit is to
get people on the road and move on down it to do the same for others. It is when I tarry too long that I become
patently unrewarding.
I must live this truth to be both guardian and bard. I cannot help sing you home once you grow weary
of me. I cannot protect you from your
own choices. I can only be a bard for
you when you allow it Dear Reader. I can
only protect you when you embrace that protection. I realize that my flaws make that difficult
to see at times but I love you no matter what you think of me.
It is on the road then that you shall find me. I shall journey home and you can always hear
my song for you if you listen or remember.
Redemption has stories to tell and I am designed to be one of its
storytellers. For now, Dear Reader you
can find me at the lighted inn by the last homely house near the narrow road,
but soon I must find the final turn toward home.
The
Road Goes Ever On and On – J.R.R. Tolkien – Performed by CamillasChoice
The Road goes ever
on and on
Down from the
door where it began.
Now far ahead the
Road has gone,
And I must follow,
if I can,
Pursuing it with
eager feet,
Until it joins some
larger way
Where many paths
and errands meet.
And whither then? I
cannot say.
The Road goes ever
on and on
Out from the door
where it began.
Now far ahead the
Road has gone,
Let others follow
it who can!
Let them a journey
new begin,
But I at last with
weary feet
Will turn towards
the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and
sleep to meet.
Roads go ever ever
on,
Over rock and under
tree,
By caves where
never sun has shone,
By streams that
never find the sea;
Over snow by winter
sown,
And through the
merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over
stone,
And under mountains
in the moon.
Roads go ever ever
on
Under cloud and
under star,
Yet feet that
wandering have gone
Turn at last to
home afar.
Eyes that fire and
sword have seen
And horror in the
halls of stone
Look at last on
meadows green
And trees and hills
they long have known.
Still round the
corner there may wait
A new road or a
secret gate,
And though I oft
have passed them by,
A day will come at
last when I
Shall take the
hidden paths that run
West of the Moon,
East of the Sun.
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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Contacts for Aramis
Thorn:
Bookings at aramisthorn@aramisthorn.com
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