In Tolkien lore there is a saying
âDo not trust to hope, it has forsaken these landsâ
It is not that hope has no place in our world
Instead we rest upon it too much, we must acknowledge that hope has led us into complacency.
Into a throne of inactions and distractions, forever enshrined in the ice of grief.
Is there even anything to be done?
I do not know the answers necessarily, but I do know that laying down and surrendering our hearts to the march of destruction and apathy is not what you or I want.
So Let the hearth be a bulwark against this creeping darkness, build upon your knowledge and practices so they may be passed down to future generations, they will be the ones that will suffer more then you and I.
We can only do so much but those little actions build upon each other, this is the long game and we may not see results in our lifetimes but this matters not, what matters is that we fulfill our oath to the lands that gave rise to us.
To the lands that shaped our childhoods and hearts, you and I are all of this planet, our fates woven into a greater tapestry.
Cultivate strong communities
Grow resistance wherever the soil is fertile
Sharpen your bodies and minds.
We need all kinds of warriors, wielding all kinds of tools, everyone from young to old can help.
After we are gone what memories will we leave?
What stories will be told?
Stories can inspire great things, from inventions to political action. stories are how we grow and sometimes sadly it is how we also rot.
So what story will you tell? What story will you make? I hope this doesnât sound like a lecture, I have plenty to work on in my own life.
Maybe there wonât be many of us left but Iâd like to imagine a time when a group of our descendants huddle round the hearth and tell tales together.
Tales of love, struggle, responsibility and diversity and of course courage.
Courage is what we must keep.