If you’re an LOTR geek (like me), then you have been waiting for the movie version of The Hobbit for quite some time now. The precious movie adaptation have seen directorial changes and production stoppages you’d wonder if it will grace the silver screen at all.
But I’m not here to complain about that. (Though sometimes I feel like it).
Days ago I was watching the Breaking News in CNN. My heart stopped when I saw the images of crumbling buildings in Christchurch, New Zealand. A 6.3 magnitude earthquake struck that part of the country costing some people their lives and injuring the rest.
I’ve always had a soft spot for New Zealand. NZ is my Middle Earth personified (thanks to the LOTR movies). Visiting the country is in my bucket list. It’s one of the future pilgrimages I plan to take. Pictures of the country is tattooed in my brain, accessed when I zone out to go to my place of Zen. It’s the place where the hobbit in me runs free.
With so many books piled up in my to read corner floor, my hands ventured to the shelves instead. I picked up and re-read J.R.R. Tolkien’s works. NZ’s countryside was the backdrop for the scenes played out in my imagination.
“…. in a hole in a ground somewhere in NZ lived a hobbit.”
Help if you can. Prayers work wonders too. God bless NZ.