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Friday, September 19, 2014

The Road Goes Ever On and On

I am sure you probably have figured out by now how deeply I love anything or everything that is Tolkien related. Below is just one of my favorite poems I would like to share.
JRR Tolkien was one of the greatest  writers of our time ,and one of the first to introduce fantasy to us with his Elves, Wizards, Fairies, Dwarves, Hobbits, Orc's, Gobblins, Dragons, Wargs, Balrogs’, Trolls, Skin Changers, Ents, Necromancers, and a he gave us a whole new look at the concept of light and dark energy  that  is still alive in our world today..
His amazing works gave a whole new meaning to the battle for (Middle) Earth based on his experiences in W W l. We are still fighting that battle every day.
He gave us, his readers, fantasy for the first time wrapped in a whole new way of looking at our own reality. Because of that he will live forever in the hearts of everyone who has picked up his books or has seen Peter Jackson's movies and entered Middle Earth for the first time just to discover that it is not so far away from the world we still live in today.
He gave us  hope that someday we will all see white shores and beyond and the hope that no matter what happens the sun will shine all the brighter after we remove the dark from our own world.
So because of him I believe in all these things and have made  my life's' journey always trying to put a little sunshine back into the lives I have been able to touch over the many years doing therapy work and helping families to keep their beloved pet pigs at home where they belong.
I also have a very strong belief in laughter as a healing tool
Many years I walked this Earth and now I am running out of time so shine on all the brighter my friends and remember our lives here are like a blink of the eye. Now is all we are given. Don't sweat the small stuff and pick your battles well.
Please enjoy the poem it speaks volumes.
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 weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And wither then? I cannot say.
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

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