Remembering Uncle John E. Russell who died of wounds September 1, 1944—at 19 years old—near Saint-Mihiel, France. Laid to rest at Epinal American Cemetery... #WWII#NeverForget
@LOTR_Daily_ Include the Scouring of the Shire. Probably impractical because of length but it’s an important part of the story. (If not this, then a less languid ending.) But overall it’s great as it is.
A poem from Emily Dickinson that may be new to most and familiar to some.
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Faith – is the Pierless Bridge
Supporting what We see
Unto the Scene that We do not –
Too slender for the eye
It bears the Soul as bold
As it were rocked in Steel
With Arms of Steel at either side –
It joins – behind the Veil
To what, could We presume
The Bridge would cease to be
To Our far, vacillating Feet
A first Necessity.
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November Day (1876)
🎨 Fidelia Bridges
Søren Kierkegaard beseeching each and every one of us to just keep on walking.
"𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠: 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡-𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨; 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙩. Even if one were to walk for one’s health and it were constantly one station ahead — 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙖𝙮: 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙠! Besides, it is also apparent that in walking one constantly gets as close to well-being as possible, even if one does not quite reach it — 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙡𝙡. Health and salvation can only be found in motion. If anyone denies that motion exists, I do as Diogenes did, I walk. If anyone denies that health resides in motion, then I walk away from all morbid objections. 𝙄𝙛 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩."
@arealmofwonder Thanks so much. Brought back memories of my great grandfather who once humorously inveighed against the endless cookings and cuts of carrots in the meals at the home for the elderly where he lived. A voracious reader, I wouldn’t be surprised if Wodehouse had influenced it.
The below quote from C.S. Lewis got me thinking; and, to add to it...
I truly believe that, in the final analysis, to love at all is what allows us to become invincible; and that any breaking of the heart is but a temporary thing: for, through love, it will eventually mend and heal itself, glowing out all the brighter—and especially so from the scars that our being 'vulnerable' gave us.
And, to be in that space... is to be in a space whose country is Heaven.
So perhaps, to love at all is actually the safest investment of them all, though one ought never to view it as such, but more as a partaking in the most amazing adventure imaginable.
"Morning made a considerable difference in my general prospect of Life, and brightened it so much that it scarcely seemed the same."
~ Charles Dickens, 'Great Expectations'
September Morning (1887)
🎨 Alfred Sisley