Thursday, September 24, 2009

The moment of transformation~

"As they sang the hobbit felt the love of beautiful things made by hands and by cunning and by magic moving through him, a fierce and jealous love, the desire of the hearts of the dwarves.

Art by Chickory/K9 chickory.etsy.com


Then something Tookish woke up inside him and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking stick. He looked out the window. The stars were out in a dark sky above the trees.

He thought of the jewels of the dwarves shining in dark caverns. Suddenly in the wood beyond the Water a flame lept up- probably somebody lighting a wood-fire - and he thought of plundering dragons settling on his quiet Hill and kindling it all to flames. He shuddered; and very quickly he was plain Mr Baggins of Bag-End, Under-Hill, again."


But of course the story does not end there~

I, myself, fell under the magic spell of Tolkien again this week. His words are transforming. I must be a close relative to Bilbo :) (My height and weight alone are almost proof!) Along with his desire for an adventure he also loves his comfy little home. As in my house the tea kettle is a friend, and my tomato garden is a sanctuary. I worry (yes, I do) over my plants when I'm gone for too long, and I fuss about someone making sure the racoons get fed every night. One of the coons, Gus, lets me pet him from ear to tail when he comes up to feed. His mother and brothers have seen me just as often, but still scurry away when I open the back door.
(and trust me, I have not forgotten my lesson from the chipmunk!)
I read Tolkien and something in me stirs. The volcano of words with in me have been fairly well dampened this summer with losses, and surgery, and once tiny kids sprouting into adults before my very eyes...but he wakens the fire. Thank goodness.
Both Lewis and Tolkien were favorite authors of mine as a child. Their stories take me back to a time where hiding in a book was a good way to avoid some unpleasant things- like a house full of kids, dirty diapers, an no air conditioning. What could be better than sitting under a big tree with Bilbo as my guide, or Lucy- and tromping through a forest towards a dangerous foe- all while living in the heart of an ever growing and busy city?
Someone asked me yesterday, "What is your passion? How do you make a difference?" The question was posed again in another form from one blogger to another...with an urgent message of "invest yourself in something that matters". The message was for me as much as it was for anyone.
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Yes- I'm a mom, therefore the investment of myself has been in my children, but much like the tomato garden, the investment is paying out . They are almost grown and act accordingly (well, most of the time! lol) I'm almost grown too :) (and still struggling with acting accordingly!) The moment of transformation awaits, and the journey probably won't be a quick one, but aren't we all on a similar path in that regard? Some are just further along the path than others.
I expect to meet some ill tempered Dwarfs, and a shape-shifter or 2, and most likely I'll run into a beastly dragon with a clever sense of humor...but doesn't it sound wonderful all the same? Aren't the elves, and the treasure, and the friendships worth the peril?
I think so.
~I know so~

7 comments:

/t. said...

  hobbits
<3
  maydens


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/t.

K9 said...

the journey never ends. so you gotta enjoy it as much as you can. the old saw about life is what you live in the process of moving toward your goals is so true. when my dad recently observed that i wasnt going to make it (!) if i hadnt by now - i said i felt kind of liberated. youre right im nobody. now i can relax. grrherhahahaha

feels like you are on the verge of writing again. youve certainly earned it. you are always at the end of the line .

love to you xo

Libby said...

great post! my friend had a german shepard she named gandalf when i was a kid!

Skunkfeathers said...

I don't make a hobbit of feeding raccoons, but I reckon if you want to share one of those 'no bakes' with Gus, that's up to you ;)

foam said...

mayden fair ...
you need a coon dawg ...

the moment of transformation .. i do like that ..
i think yours is just over yonder ..
mine always seems to be a bit beyond reach ...

anyways, should you meet any ill-tempered dwarfs ..
it's probably just little ole me ..

dianne said...

Wonderful post dear Mayden...I think the journey is the best part...it is a journey of discovery of self and new experiences, not all will be what we want or expect but some will be great and take our breath away. xo ♡

Greg C said...

Well hello again Fair Mayden. Nice to see you posting again. And this was an awesome post. I too have come to terms with some of the same things you spoke of here. My life is ever changing but I cling to the knowledge that I have raised two wonderful boys who are on their way to adulthood. If that is the meaning of life then I have done well. Blessings to you.