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Sunday, February 1, 2015

Nearing Journey's End

Just a couple miles on,
Home and hearth are close at hand,
And before the sun goes down,
I will reach it, if I can.

Troubles lurk along the way,
Yet I, eager, tread along—
Troubles have no pow'r to sway
Hope or joy of trav'lling-song.

The idea for this came as I was cresting the last hill going from Valtheim Towers to Whiterun (more Skyrim). I was ready to quit for the night; I just wanted to get a room at the tavern in-game and then go to bed in real life. Anyway, as I was cresting the hill I caught a stunningly beautiful sunset that I stopped to admire for a second, and then I was attacked by wolves and quickly finished the trek down the hill and across the bridge to Whiterun.

So there's the simple, kinda stupid inspiration (that and Bilbo Baggins' walking-songs apparently), but I feel like it's a metaphor for my life right now. And probably life in general. And heaven. So there's your not-so-simple, less stupid application. G'night!



(The Bannered Mare is the inn/tavern in Whiterun, and one of my favorite things to do before logging off is to get a room there, sit on the balcony overlooking the common area, and listen to the bard, who plays this piece, among others. I kinda want to write for this specific song too; the last line of each verse so obviously ends with "the Bannered Mare.")

2 comments:

  1. I'm reading "The Path to Rome", by Hilaire Belloc. He is a writer who got lost in the wonder of the particular things. Rather than wondering at abstract idea only, he records the language of the man, the sight of a town in relation to the countryside, the smells on the wind, and the moods created by the landscape and changed by the sun. From these things first, he sees the abstract through a new lens. He is recording a long journey, where sometimes he does just want a place to lay his head. But nothing can stop the wonder that he sees along the way. I know that you do, and hope that you continue to find, such peace and wonder along your own journey. It is the simple things in life that matter. Stop and smell the roses.

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    1. (I don't know quite how to add anything to that, so I'll just say) Thanks!

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