Today Will Be A Perfect Day - At Least, That's The Hope

Sometimes the day starts out great. Today is one of those rare days, and since it's only 4:00 am, I'm just hoping that the way it started is the way it continues. Why or how did it start so well? Things clicked. Easy, peasy. 

I love it when things come together beautifully. This morning
was one of those wonderful and rare times. Since I have my
income tax appointment with my accountant tonight, I'm
hoping this trend continues throughout the day. 

Last night, while watching the first episode of this year's "Spring Baking Championship" I cobbled together a very sad story for today's Back to Middle Earth prompts. The prompts, 'rust' and 'spirituality' made me think a bit - those two words don't work smoothly. Then I thought of prayer and how people will say that they are 'rusty' at praying when they haven't done so in quite a while. OK, rusty prayers. 

Prayer - to some people it comes easily, perhaps too
easily. For many, however, it is something that
is rarely practiced with true heart. 

Why would someone need to pray? Usually, for someone to finally use prayer when it has been put aside for a long time, there is an event - often tragic - that pulls the person to appeal to a higher being. That appeal can be harsh, or accusatory or just a long groan of a "why?", but it is tragic and heart-felt and immense. 

There are 1000's of images of Maglor, but this one is one
of my favorites. Kudos to Elena Kukanova for a
beautiful rendition. 

I turned to a character I've written about many times in the past - Maglor, musical son of Feanor - and his stunned reaction to his father's death. Death was almost unknown to the elves, they were immortal and would live on Arda for as long as Arda still existed. To live as long as a planet is not absolute immortality, but it's a VERY long time. Thus, elves are immortal in my eyes. Yet, here Feanor, an immortal, had died and been pulled from the Circles of the World and thrust into the Halls of the Dead. 

There are a lot of drabbles and drabble challenges out there. I've
participated in some of them in the past, but no longer force myself
to keep to the 100 word structure. Still, it was fun to have a
story fall into that without even trying! 

His sons must have been devastated and stunned that such a thing could even happen. So I wrote a small part of this through Maglor's eyes, edited the story this morning just before starting my blog post, put in my headers, and quickly checked my word count. It was exactly 100 words. I had a drabble without even trying for the word count. Yeah Me!!! 

Thus, my day starting out great. Of course, I'm going to hope that I'm going to continue with a great day, instead of having it shift around. I want to slide down the mountain today, not pull my gear out of storage and begin a hard climb up. Here's hoping your Tuesday is fabulous and fantastic. I'll be back tomorrow - at least, that's the plan. Happy Day to you all!