A few weeks ago I came across poem written by J.R.R. Tolkien for his "Lord of the Rings" books. I haven't been able to get it out of my head. Each line seems to call out to a different aspect of my personality, a different challenge that day, or a different emotion I struggle with. I've probably spent the most time thinking about the second line - not all those who wander are lost. I feel like a wander at times, and I this line reminds me that as different as my life is, it is a choice and one that has been rewarding. When bouts of homesickness hit - I need this reminder.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
When I was a teenager there was a country singer who played a concert in my high school - since I'm from a very small town a concert is a pretty big deal. Of course we all bought his music - and one of my favorites had to have been based on this poem. I remember listen to this song in my room, with the lights out, letting the music flow over me, it was so sad.