To the Professor!

On this day, January 3rd, 1892, J.R.R. Tolkien was born. We here at Grey Havens and Grey Havens YA would like to wish the Professor a very happy birthday!

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Grey Havens YA certainly wouldn’t exist without Professor Tolkien, and I know my own personal life would be far darker without the light that he shared. Please join us in honoring the Professor by sharing what he means to you below in the comments!

Here is one of Co-Director Robyn’s favorite poems by Tolkien. You can read more about her journey with Tolkien here. These verses are sung by Samwise Gamgee in The Return of the King:

In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe ’tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey’s end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done
nor bid the Stars farewell.

Send us an owl: What about you? Favorite quote? How has Tolkien changed your life?

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About evermind

Co-Director Grey Havens Group, Inc. (http://greyhavensgroup.com) and it's young adult branch Grey Havens YA (http://greyhavensya.com). Evermind also blogs personally about life, faith, grief, and beauty at Chased by Light: http://evermind.wordpress.com.

2 thoughts on “To the Professor!

  1. I love this post! I am very eager to read everyone’s comments. In the meantime, I have to include this quote from “On Fairy Stories” because Tolkien’s notion of “Recovery” is one of the principles on which Grey Havens YA was founded: “Recovery (which includes return and renewal of health) is a re-gaining—regaining of a clear view. I do not say “’seeing things as they are’ and involve myself with the philosophers, though I might venture to say ‘seeing things as we are (or were) meant to see them’—as things apart from ourselves. We need, in any case, to clean our windows; so that the things seen clearly may be freed from the drab blur of triteness or familiarity—from possessiveness. Of all faces those of our familiares are the ones both most difficult to play fantastic tricks with, and most difficult really to see with fresh attention, perceiving their likeness and unlikeness: that they are faces, and yet unique faces. This triteness is really the penalty of “appropriation”: the things that are trite, or (in a bad sense) familiar, are the things that we have appropriated, legally or mentally. We say we know them. They have become like the things which once attracted us by their glitter, or their colour, or their shape, and we laid hands on them, and then locked them in our hoard, acquired them, and acquiring ceased to look at them.”

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