Folklore Troupe, Olive Oil Day, Appolonia, Albania by David&Bonnie
OK, so if you're curious, this blog is used as my so called "inspiration collage" for the Tolkien fanfiction I am writing, the Realm of Birch and Lily. This fanfiction deals with two women in the dunadain community during the events of Lord of the Rings, Lily and Brethil. Lily is not a dunadanleth, but the wife of Gilheru, a dunadain Ranger who has died during a raid. Brethil (whose name means "birch") was Gilheru's mother, and the wife of Halbarad. Pretty much, it's a tale about endurance, pain, and the stregnth of a community of women when faced with seemingly impossible obstacles.
June 3, 2012
June 3, 2012
(Source: blwarbler, via nowheregirlwalkstheline)
June 3, 2012
Here Be Monst3r: The Road And The End
I SHALL foot it
Down the roadway in the dusk,
Where shapes of hunger wander
And the fugitives of pain go by.
I shall foot it
In the silence of the morning,
See the night slur into dawn,
Hear the slow great winds arise
Where tall trees flank the way
And shoulder toward the sky.
The broken boulders…
June 3, 2012
It is truly strange to no longer inhabit the earth,
to no longer practice customs barely acquired,
not to give a meaning of human futurity
to roses, and other expressly promising things:
no longer to be what one was in endlessly anxious hands,
and to set aside even one’s own
proper name like a broken plaything.
Strange: not to go on wishing one’s wishes.—Rainer Maria Rilke, “The First Elegy,” Duino Elegies
June 3, 2012
Isn’t it time that, loving,
we freed ourselves from the beloved, and, trembling, endured
as the arrow endures the bow, so as to be, in its flight,
something more than itself? For staying is nowhere.—Rainer Maria Rilke, “The First Elegy,” Duino Elegies
June 3, 2012
"When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness."
— amy lowell (via ginandbird)
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