at my neighbor’s house…

Thanksgiving Day 2019

Thanksgiving Day 2019

Lynn and grandson (6 years old)

 

CS Lewis reminds me never to be ashamed of being  child-like. That is where imagination lives. Ask any pe·di·a·tri·cian.

CS Lewis
It’s the birthday of the writer who said: “When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.” That’s C.S. Lewis, born in Belfast (1898), the author of the seven-volume children’s series The Chronicles of Narnia, which begins with The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (1950), the story of four children sent away from London because of wartime air raids. He also said, “Someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”
Besides fairy tales and children’s classics, he wrote theological books, including The Screwtape Letters (1942), a novel in which a demon writes to his nephew; and The Great Divorce (1945), where residents of hell take a bus ride to heaven, and Mere Christianity (1952), based on talks he gave on the BBC during World War II.
C.S. Lewis said, “Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.”

lately, every day’s a GPS

the international symbol for the Daughters of Wisdom, a French community of nuns I served in for ten years: 1957-1967

the motto

was “God Alone”

Deus Solus!

I learned to look at the world as She does!

Lately on the roads of Western Massachusetts,

I listen to my GPS

to follow the ribbons of curved roads

through the vales

over the hills

bridging the ponds

edging the lakes

spying the wild turkeys

Tanglewood

Jacob’s pillow

Lenox, Lee, Stockbridge and Great Barrington

Western MASSACHUSETTS

in all its May GLORY !

This state peeled its way from England

and moved west

settling estates by the wealthy

which would be given to every man

of every color

to nurture under our spacious skies

where our GPS looks down

and is often pleased!

(Yesterday I met a woman and man from Ireland. She taught Literature and he, Geography. We will stay in touch so I can learn more about Belfast and we can share the glory of the light coming through the dappled leaves) (from The Ponds on Fox Hollow)