engarian (engarian) wrote,

Random Thoughts

Lone Tombstone

I came across this poem yesterday. It's short and not too archaeic in language, so I quote it here for all of you.

As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods,
To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas autumn,)
I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier;
Mortally wounded he and buried on the retreat, (easily all could I understand,)
The halt of a mid-day hour, when up! no time to lose—yet this sign left,
On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave,
Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade.

Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering,
Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of life,
Yet at times through changeful season and scene, abrupt,
alone, or in the crowded street,
Comes before me the unknown soldier's grave, comes the
inscription rude in Virginia's woods,
Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade.

"As Toilsome I Wander'd Virginia's Woods" by Walt Whitman. Public

I read a lot of Tolkien-based fanfic. I have read hundreds of authors and thousands of stories, but in most of them, this idea of the loving comrade would fit in perfectly. But how about in your personal life? Would your friends give you a final accolade like that? As frustrating as my DH can be sometimes, I would have to give him this accolade in the main. He is going through extreme stress right now, but unlike many previous times, is managing to keep his temper under control and just focus on a future that looks dismal to him. In his own way he is demonstrating extreme courage because walking into the unknown is something he finds extremely uncomfortable. So here's to you, my sweet DH...bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade.

And for your entertainment, I have this wonderful video on Dancing Through the Movies. It is less than five minutes in length, but thoroughly enjoyable and well edited. Treat yourself - I only wish I had that spark in my own movements, but I never had the true genius that dance movement asks for. I was a good dancer, but never made it to great, and since I gained my weight, I don't move as well either. But I'm working on that (the weight, that is - LOL). Today is my studio day and part of that will be an hour of dance exercise. I have fun with my exercise regime :-) Have a flourishing day today and accomplish something - kiss a child, sooth a loved one, bake a cake, listen to a lark. Enjoy!
Tags: dreams, stress, studio day

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