Literally "north-man." Here, the meaning is more Winter-man. Sindarin, of course. Simply Sindarin. I did not bother to look up the Quenya.
The trees slip deeper into sleep with each passing day. Some still hang on, mainly the younger ones. Their green leaves will be frostbitten soon, and they will not forget it.
I slow down as well. I am done for the year. No more big projects, aside from getting through this month's madness, to quiet, contemplative January. I am Foradan, withdrawn as the December sun.
I realized that I have given myself a divorce from my country. I hardly recognize it any more. I am more familiar with the natural world: the ebb and flow of natural energies, natural rhythms, sighing earth, listening trees, seasonal suns, and my own place within the great Ring. Doctrine, dogma, rhetoric, debate, are all rendered pointless, insignificant, by the whir of a chickadee's wings.
Wassail, friends. And bon hiver.
The trees slip deeper into sleep with each passing day. Some still hang on, mainly the younger ones. Their green leaves will be frostbitten soon, and they will not forget it.
I slow down as well. I am done for the year. No more big projects, aside from getting through this month's madness, to quiet, contemplative January. I am Foradan, withdrawn as the December sun.
I realized that I have given myself a divorce from my country. I hardly recognize it any more. I am more familiar with the natural world: the ebb and flow of natural energies, natural rhythms, sighing earth, listening trees, seasonal suns, and my own place within the great Ring. Doctrine, dogma, rhetoric, debate, are all rendered pointless, insignificant, by the whir of a chickadee's wings.
Wassail, friends. And bon hiver.
