WISDOM
FROM AN ANCIENT SCRIBE by Sara Etgen-Baker
In a land called Álfheimer, there once lived a young
elfin scribe known as Olwȅ Nénharma. Now
it happened one day while walking through the Bodhi Woods that he came upon an
old scribe.
Lord Carnesȉr, some 90+ years old, sat feebly on the
stump of an orange blossom tree. The old
scribe didn’t move—he sat with his head down staring at his hands. Olwȅ sat down beside him, but the old scribe
didn’t even acknowledge his presence.
Although Olwȅ didn’t want to disturb the old scribe,
he wondered if the old scribe was okay. So he asked, “Be you okay, Lord
Carnesȉr?”
Lord Carnesȉr raised his head, took a sip of lisyul,
and smiled. “I be fine young
scribe. Bless you for asking.”
“I don’t mean to disturb you, sir.” The young scribe leaned toward him. “But I was wondering who controls my
writing? It’s a mystery to me.”
“Now that’s a bit of a puzzle you see. For the act of writing is left to you and me.” Lord Carnesȉr rubbed his chin. “But there’s really no mystery. You simply have a responsibility.”
“But, sir, my
family doesn’t understand.” Olwȅ kicked
a rock with his toe. “They want me to
take up the traditional Elfin ways. And
my friends—well, uh….they just want me to sing and dance. I feel all alone.
“What you feel is not an uncommon scribal plight. Do not fret over the ways of the Elfin World.” Lord Carnesȉr patted Olwȅ’s leg. “You’ve been given a gift—a talent so rare
that you won’t fit in anywhere.”
“What about the villagers, my readers?” Olwȅ
clutched his body. “And what about the
Sȇregon Council of Editors?”
Lord Carnesȉr leaned back and looked Olwȅ straight
in the eyes. “Villagers will criticize
you. Yes, the leaders of the Sȇregon
Council will editorialize you.”
“But take heart.
Love your craft. Learn how to
tell stories. Love the act of
writing. Don’t let others dissuade you
from your path, young scribe. Write
because you want to write.”
So,
according to Lord Carnesȉr who
controls my writing? I do.
Anon
Occasionally, you may find Sara
Etgen-Baker talking with the wise Lord
Carnesȉr while walking through the woods near her home. If you don’t find her there, you may visit
her at http://saraetgenbaker.blogspot.com/
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