Honey TraditionsGrandma's tea time ceremony was always a special treat. First off, we never had tea at home. Dad hated the smell of it, and Mom thought it was a bad habit and would stain her teeth. I could have cared less. That one afternoon a month, after school had been let out for the weekend, she'd come and pick me up. Those days were always my favorite. No matter if I had had a bad day or not, knowing that tea with Grandma was still to come, my day would go so much better. Grandma Ann always had black tea with fresh peaches, with a dash of nutmeg. What I really remember about those days though, was the honey. Not only would each cup of dark tea have fresh peach juice in it, and nutmeg specks on top of each sip, but the ultimate highlight of the event was the spoonful of honey. Tea time and Grandma's had only one rule. You could eat the honey all by itself. Simply said, but what a treat it was! You see, honey was a rare treat at home- the real kind. Yes, we'd get the fake kin
Lessons LearnedAs a primary school teacher, I have learned many lessons from the children I work with day in and day out. Some of those lessons have been ones that I once learned, while others were lessons that only a child's wisdom can teach. Johnny and Mathew, Carrie Ann and Rachelle "spelt with two l's, don't you forget that Miss Mara". They were my summer prep class to get each child ready for their school year without falling behind. Each child brought something to this world, something for us to learn. Johnny wonderful hyper Johnny was always a handful, and Mathew, his counterpart. The two boys always made a running dive towards the plastic trucks and cars bin, ready to demolish some new sand hill each day after lunch. Carrie Ann was quite a special child- especially dear to my heart. Rachelle, at first- I nearly did not admit her to the group, but at the last moment, I repented. For that, I am eternally grateful. Carrie Ann quiet as she is, reached out to Rachelle in a way that I could n
The LetterHe sat, in his tower, for days on end
struggling to find the words of his art.
She sat on the wall, watching the warriors guard and fight
wishing she might join them
He learns hundreds of languages, day by day
trying to find the language of love
She lingers, waiting, after all had gone in
unloved, unwanted by all
He struggles, growing impatient.
She despairs, losing hope.
Finally, in the lost hour
He finds it.
He writes the letter
In her last hour of an unwanted life
She finds the letter
And reads it
Secret daughter of my heart
I wished the best for you
I had thought a warrior's life
would be better for you
then the lonely life
Night WatchThe night lengthens, and by all rights, I should have retired my post to the next shift nearly an hour ago, but I cannot seem to force myself to move. The stars are icy above us, and a brisk wind whistles through the clear night. It is a truly beautiful night, one to savor, but there is a blemish upon it, one that I cannot ignore. Nothing disturbs the camp this night, and it is a picture of serenity, save for the weight in my heart. I watch you, Aragorn, as you sleep, and my heart is burdened. Today was not an easy day for you; as you fought to save the life of the young Ranger. You are wearied, and more so then I have yet seen you. Dunedain blood or no, the years grow on you, and yet you do not embrace the truth of who you could be. You do not speak a word of it, but yet I hear. I see the tightening of your face when anyone mentions Rivendell, or the Lord Elrond. I see the pain hidden behind your eyes when anyone speaks of the twins, when they are not here, thoug
Regarding HealingThere are some, among the Rangers, who fear the elvish treatment of wounds, the elvish healing that I so dearly wish to give them to heal their hurts. In one sense, they gnaw on my patience, wasting the precious minutes that are doled out so sparingly to us mortals, but on the other hand, I can understand their reluctance, for I have stood in their position one too many times to claim unfamiliarity with the bitter herbs and draughts that are commonly used. It is for this reason then, that I take the knowledge garnered from the master healer himself, and from his vast libraries, and have modified it. Modified it only slightly mind you, for the cures there are tried and true over so many yeni. Nevertheless, there are things that can be changed to improve the taste, to make the tea settle in a mortal's stomach, when an Elf would have no difficulties. Ai, if Elrond were to find out what I've done to his timeless teas, I think he would need one of his own to recover! My teas are not like hi
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