A Reminder to Hope

I’m deep towards the end of Lord of the Rings on audiobook right now and at last, this oft-quoted here reminder that light prevails.

…the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach. His song in the Tower had been defiance rather than hope; for then he was thinking of himself. Now, for a moment, his own fate, and even his master’s, ceased to trouble him. He crawled back into the brambles and laid himself by Frodo’s side, and putting away all fear he cast himself into a deep untroubled sleep.

~~J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King, Book II, The Land of Shadow.

I’ve been struck this time at how Sam and Frodo fit together – Frodo has the unasked-for, crushing burden with which he doggedly carries on, not knowing the end; Sam just as doggedly keeps hope for both of them. Hope that they will come out of this and there will be an afterwards, and that the world will survive, because light and goodness are forever above the passing evil.

Last light

A Reminder to Hope

Wednesday of Va-kay

I sat in a little park enjoying my coffee and watching clouds.

Then I came home and painted, yup, my mailbox.

Then I watched/listened to James Gurney answering some questions live on You-Tube about Gouache while I did these:

I used Holbein Gouache, a set of Primary Magenta PR122, Primary Cyan PB15, and Primary Yellow PY3, 74 and three tubes I bought myself Flame Red PR9, Ultramarine Deep PB29 and Permanent Yellow Deep PY1. I used the same Primary White PW6 for both wheels. The black in the center is not the Primary Black PBk7 of the set but mixed of the three primary colors. The primary mix was easier than the colors I chose. That flame red is pushy!

Wednesday of Va-kay

It’s the little things…. blogging division

I’ve been blogging since early 2001 but started on Blogger and then moved to WordPress. There are two parts of WordPress, the free hosting on WP dot com and the self-hosted via WP dot org. It’s complicated (not really LOL)

It’s the little things…. blogging division

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Eight

a day arrives when
ordinary and mundane
aren’t on the agenda
I put out my hand to you
and we’re strong
for each other.

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Eight

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty

(based on a real encounter. PS it’s hard to take hair selfies…)

We Both Had Braids

Like wow, that’s your real hair
the young woman said,
having admired the color
and me, having noted hers
orange and pink tones
recalling a stylish dress
I wore in seventh grade,
answered – you mean the dark
and white, making grey?
I considered my mother’s
beautiful white waves
and told her how my
father’s hair had stayed
dark with silver strands
She said, you’re so lucky!

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Seventeen

And a very happy Haiku Day!

Cool April Morning
wrapped her warm arms around me
and bade me listen.

The park: a bluebird,
romantically inclined cranes,
and three mergansers.

the impossible
yellow-green of spring’s bursting
red maple blossoms.

The first photo is a landscape seen this morning. The second was an overhead view, seen while out painting this evening.

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Seventeen

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twelve

Angry fearful man
I did not make you so
and yet you endeavor
to elicit some apology
or care from me while
showing me how tough
and unassailable you are
angry and fearful man.
I tend the item
you regretfully
need my help with.
I dream of the
orange in my bag
waiting for lunch.
The orange last night
was warm and so juicy
sweet and fragrant
as though condensing
all previous oranges
making those not
yet conceived in blossom
pale paper versions.
The orange in my bag
also unrefrigerated
waits until we are done
angry fearful man
and my thoughts turn to
think how it will
flavor the air around me
as I shake off the
labors of this morning.

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twelve was originally published on