I see from the date of my last post, December 24, 2012, that it has been six months plus since I have been here. I have not lost my way, I am just wandering in time and place.
Books are a great way to wander. And my latest find is Here, There, Everywhere by William Least Heat-Moon, copyright 2013. Heat-Moon (Don’t you love the name? He is part Osage, the tribe that once owned much of Kansas.) is the author of PrairyErth (1999), a story about the land and people of the Flint Hills of Kansas, which I drive though weekly on my way from Wichita to Kansas City.
“Not all those who wander are lost,” is the second line of J. R. R. Tolkien’s poem in the first volume of The Lord of the Rings. The complete poem is as follows:
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
The wanderer referred to is Aragorn, a Ranger of the North, who on horseback and armed with sword, bow and spear, ceaselessly patrols the boundaries of Eriador . He is first known to Bilbo and the other Hobbits as Strider. The poem describes Aragorn and the Rangers of the North, who though dark and grim in appearance, carry on the struggle against evil in the Middle Earth. Aragorn is later discovered to be the heir of Isildur and rightful claimant to the thrones of Arnor and Gondor. As the poem predicts, he is by the end of the story made king, uniting the two kingdoms of Arnor and Gondor.