Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh

Time to mangle Tolkien.

Frodo Baggins said to Samwise Gamgee “I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.”

A phrase in that line came to mind tonight. Only it came out this way: “The mend of all things.”

The Mend of All Things. Sounds profound. Maybe it is.

We’re in the middle (still (maybe it’s certainly coming to a middle)) of a moment that feels broken. That’s been difficult, and continues to be difficult. I still want to hope, have to hope, that things can get un-broken. That things heal. We may feel different later, when the healing happens, than we felt before, but it should and could be, after how life has been this past month-plus, something we can adjust to.

I don’t exactly know how. But that phrase: it feels somehow comforting. Hopeful.

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