Tonight I’m spending the night in my office, alone with sweats and tea and a new project and I couldn’t be happier. I’ve been a little distracted lately, a lot sick, and I need an outlet for my energy and the endless hours I’ve had to just daydream. An idle mind is lots of trouble, you know….
And this not going out, healthy living, is actually fantastic and is really working out in kicking off spring.
Spring. Not my favorite season, but I’m all for new beginnings, the sprouting of green, and the flowers, yes, I love the flowers. What I also love is this poem, “The Riddle of a Strider”, from The Lord of the Rings. I don’t love the movie and I didn’t even know it was from the movie, but I love it all the same. And so when I found it today, tucked in a book, I thought to post it. I’m not sure why, exactly, but when I read it, it gave me that stirring of inspiration–or maybe that was just me being woozy again. Either way, I thought I’d share.
The Riddle of a Strider
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king.