Ancestors Literature

Praise Him With Great Praise! Observing Tolkien’s Birthday

two tarot cards and two tolkien books

It is Professor Tolkien’s birthday today.

Hooray!

I celebrated by viewingΒ The Two Towers with two of my very favorite people, one of whom has never seen the LOTR films. There was plenty of critical discussion, tea, pipe weed, and Middle Earth trivia.

GOOD BUSINESS, MY FRIENDS

I’d like to share one of my favorite passages from Tolkien’s works — Pippin’s attempt to describe his first impression of the eyes of Treebeard the Ent. I recommend you read it aloud:

‘One felt as if there was an enormous well behind them, filled up with ages of memory and long, slow, steady thinking; but their surface was sparkling with the present: like sun shimmering on the outer leaves of a vast tree, or on the ripples of a very deep lake. I don’t know, but it felt as if something that grew in the ground — asleep, you might say, or just feeling itself as something between root-tip and leaf-tip, between deep earth and sky — had suddenly waked up, and was considering you with the same slow care that it had given to its own inside affairs for endless years.’

— The Lord of the Rings:Β The Two Towers, Chapter Four: “Treebeard”

Celebrating these days — the birth and death days of my ancestors of spirit, those fine folk who went before me and whose legacies infuse me with the spirit of creativity — brings meΒ great joy and feelings of connectedness.

FUCK YEAH MUFUCKAS

Who are your ancestors of spirit?

Do you commune with them? How?

I WANNA KNOW

Tell me a story. Happy new year!

Love, crumpets, and pipe weed!

xoxo

Paige Zaferiou

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2 Comments

  • Reply
    Shelby
    January 4, 2016 at 8:39 pm

    Someday, I’d like to make a journey out to Paddy Crean’s grave. He was most certainly the Father of Stage Combat – and I am a sort of spiritual apprentice to him, having been taught by his student’s student.

    My favorite place in the whole of Buffalo, NY is the Plaza of Stars – each star dedicated to a theatre artist from, or of, Buffalo. A creative graveyard for the dead, a touchstone for those stars still living and lighting up Buffalo. Heck, just walking through the Theatre District, the neon glow and lightbulbs all lit up takes me back to the beginning!

    • Reply
      Paige
      January 6, 2016 at 10:36 am

      Shelby, that is so beautiful! I can feel the power of your love for and connection with your spirit ancestors in these words. Praise them with great praise! xo P.

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