Greetings Dear Reader,
I have been searching for a word to describe the doldrums that I am in with my journey. I wonder if doldrums is even a proper word here. I am not discontent or even impatient. Those bubble to the surface occasionally but not in a harmful way. I am not discouraged or depressed.
That applicable meaning is the truth. It is what both elates and troubles my soul tonight. It is the passion behind Project Tortoiseshell. It is the sorrow that keeps a moist spot in the corner of my eye almost all the time. There are other places I would be were I to have all that I wish right now. I know it will arrive when it is time but tonight, I am yearning, longing for something that does not yet exist. I have dreamt of it so much that I have nostalgic memories of a life I have not yet lived.
It is both a pain and a joy.
The joy is that I am not limited to the desire to be independent and on
the road. It is the desire to see it all
both here and in that Undiscovered Country.
I am not lonely in the companion sense of the word. I am lonely for the faces of those I love,
the joy I can bring to others who I have not seen in years or even
decades. It is the freedom to do what I
do best without the impediments of the current situation. I am not ungrateful for what I have. I do, however, know there is something
more. There are undiscovered paths and
byways. There people who need a kind
word or just a listening loving ear.
The
Road Goes Ever On and On – J.R.R. Tolkien – Performed by CamillasChoice
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 on
and 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 on
and 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.
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,
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
homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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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.