in Maine and … feeling a bit like Galadriel…

…as it relates to Maine. Galadriel sang in lament of Middle-earth and the fading elves, as the fellowship sailed downstream away from her. They heard her song remote in passing on toward their fearful quest and duty:

 “Then it seemed to Frodo that she lifted her arms in a final farewell, and far but piercing-clear on the following wind came the sound of her voice singing. But now she sang in the ancient tongue of the elves beyond the sea, and he did not understand the words: fair was the music, but it did not comfort him.”

Long after, remembering the elvish words, he was able to interpret them.


In The White Mountains Of New England


“Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind, long years numberless as the wings of trees! The long years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly. Who now shall refill the cup for me?” 

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someone is reading….

I was delighted to see the second of the Maine Metaphor books listed among books being read by the editor of Mere Orthodoxy.

In proofing the first book, I did not realize until after handing in proofs that it was permissible to correct up to 30 copy errors while proof-reading. (Grammatical  and punctuation errors versus the manner in which things are said.) I might have been able to edit MM I so that some of its metaphors weren’t so heavy-handed.

Hard to know what to say about these books. The real life imprint was kind to put them out at this time but I don’t know why. This might be called a miracle. After all, these first two books were written 25 years ago. Is it normal to happen like this?

W&S publishers

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rigging it up

tools on deck

some tools on deck

Here’s something I wrote in a letter to R.’s cousin about what we’ve been doing.

We haven’t been up to much, but like it that way now. He has been working on another antenna, called a loop antenna, trying to get it configured right for the signals. This has involved positioning the wireline with counterweights at three points from the house using oak trees. And one white pine. Dragging the ladder, climbing up, screwing in eye-hooks. And it has been very windy and brisk. Sometimes I help but sometimes just get in the way with suggestions that don’t work. With me as Gopher, we work better together on the way he thinks it might work …. And it does.

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