Wanderer, be ye ware.

There is nothing here, save...

 

 

 

 

 

 

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither

Deep roots are not reached by frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

a light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

-  J.R.R. Tolkien

 

 

 

 

Reading for the Enlightened Heathen

 

 

 

 

 free hit counter souls have wandered this way since Hlafmęsse 2009 CE

Some have come looking to make contact, others to go elsewhere