Chris and I often read little snippets to each other---lines which have caught our fancy, thoughts worth pondering, imagery in words too good not to share.
At the moment we’re both reading Game of Thrones on our NOOKS.
I find the series to be absolutely captivating, with all the wonderful delineations of character and time and place and the flow of words just golden. I loved Lord of the Rings, but found great spaces of it to be plodding and ponderous. This one has Tolkien’s imagination, with a masterful hand with words, a stunning eye for people and places and events, and a genius pen that simply FLOWS.
The other day in the dentist’s office, I jotted down a little thought which makes SUCH perfect sense---three words conjuring a pledge and a concept with nothing wanting, nothing to spare.
I wrote it into my little notebook for later remembering, and then last night, while Chris was reading, he said, "Listen to this: He’s committed, Banner and Blade.”
One of the Lords had asked a friend to join forces with him in a battle soon to ensue, and those were the friend’s words---commitment of House, Family sigil, all the generations of honourable history and the knights in his command, in that one little utterance.
I’d like to be that unerringly committed to a lot of things---people who need me, people I love, things that need doing, ideals going unfulfilled. I think a lot about such things, and do what I can as the days march so swiftly from the making of the bed to the taking-down of the pillows, from laundry to meals to dishes to instilling a few ideals of their own into this precious little one we’re responsible for so much of the time, and the others far away, whose visits seem so fleeting and contain so much. I am no less dedicated to the safety and well-being of MY People than any knight, mailed and helmed.
Taking a deep breath, imagining a wind-whipped banner, snorting destriers, clash of metal, sunglint on armor---I want to get ALL IN in this life I’m living---BANNER AND BLADE.