elven cloaks

it has felt as if i've left Lorien and am standing on the Rohan Plains wearing an elven cloak and seen by none. i don't really understand it, this hiding in plain sight. it does nothing for the ego, but maybe that is the lesson of this season.

don't look at appearances.

i keep hearing that and wondering, what do i look at then? i ask such silly questions, now really, what do you think the answer to that one is?

Peter knew.

why did you look away?

he was asked. and there really is no good answer to that question. there is something utterly frightening about beauty. something mystifying about it.

bly says,

one listens better when hidden.

yes. this silent listening ear is tuned in and what i hear is as yet just pieces of a puzzle i can't assemble, i must trust the work is going on underground. as it is for all seeds. they have been sown. the waiting is the hard part. but it does one no good to pace the ground and wring hands. i still don't understand any of it, but i am moving forward. unseen as i may be, i am stepping out and pressing on.

i'd like to say i have some plan, but when i plan things they generally go south quite rapidly. so i'm going back to winging it. it works for me.

no great insights today, just the words

don't look at appearances.