Do you feel...

...as if you are aboard a rickety trolley, racing furiously in the wrong direction?

February is often like that.

The Letter That Never Came

Dearest Children,

Since we have been abroad, we have missed you all so very much. Certain events have compelled us to extend our travels. One day, when you are older, you will learn about the people we've befriended, and the dangers we have faced. At times the world can seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe us when we say there is much more good in it than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough. And what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events, may in-fact be the first steps of a journey. We hope to have you back in our arms soon, but in case this letter arrives before our return, know that we love you. It fills us with pride to know that no matter what happens in this life, that you will take care of each other with kindness, and bravery, and selflessness as you always have. And remember one thing and never forget it - that no matter where you are, know that as long as you have each other, you have your family, and you are home.

Your loving parents

Stories

"So many of us have been conditioned to think our faith as solely an issue of us and God. But faith is a communal experience. A shared journey. I have often heard people say that their stories are not exciting. I can only imagine how deeply offended God is with comments like this. Not exciting? If the story is about me, then, yes, it is only exciting to a certain degree. But the point of our stories and our faith journeys is that they are about something much bigger."

No...

No shade
No shine
No butterflies
No bees

No fruits
No flowers
No leaves
No birds -
November!

-Thomas Hood

Happy November!

Anywhere Is

I walk the maze of moments
But everywhere I turn to
Begins a new beginning
But never finds a finish

I walk to the horizon
And there I find another
It all seems so surprising
And then I find that I know

You go there, you're gone forever
I go there, I'll lose my way
If we stay here, we're not together
Anywhere is

The moon upon the ocean
Is swept around in motion
But without ever knowing
The reason for its flowing

In motion on the ocean
The moon still keeps on moving
The waves still keep on waving
And I still keep on going

You go there, you're gone forever
I go there, I'll lose my way
If we stay here, we're not together
Anywhere is

I wonder if the stars sign
The life that is to be mine
And would they let their light shine
Enough for me to follow

I look up to the heavens
But night has clouded over
No spark of constellation
No Vela, no Orion

The shells upon the warm sands
Have taken from their own lands
The echo of their story
But all I hear are low sounds

As pillow words are weaving
And willow waves are leaving
But should I be believing
That I am only dreaming

You go there, you're gone forever
I go there, I'll lose my way
If we stay here, we're not together
Anywhere is

To leave the thread of all time
And let it make a dark line
In hopes that I can still find
The way back to the moment

I took the turn and turned to
Begin a new beginning
Still looking for the answer
I cannot find the finish

It's either this or that way
It's one way or the other
It should be one direction
It could be on reflection

The turn I have just taken
The turn that I was making
I might be just beginning
I might be near the end

-Enya

The Magician's Nephew

"Then two wonders happened at the same moment. One was that the voice was suddenly joined by other voices; more voices than you could possibly count. They were in harmony with it, but far higher up the scale: cold, tingling, silvery voices. The second wonder was that the blackness overhead, all at once, was blazing with stars. They didn't come out gently one by one, as they do on a summer evening. One moment there had been nothing but darkness; next moment a thousand, thousand points of light leaped out - single stars, constellations, and planets, brighter and bigger than any in our world. There were no clouds. The new stars and the new voices began at exactly the same time. If you had seen and heard it, as Digory did, you would have felt quite certain that it was the stars themselves who were singing, and that it was the First Voice, the deep one, which had made them appear and made them sing.

"'Glory be!' said the Cabby. 'I'd ha' been a better man all my life if I'd known there were things like this.'"

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"'Child,' he replied, 'that is why all the rest are now a horror to her. That is what happens to those who pluck and eat fruits at the wrong time and in the wrong way. The fruit is good, but they loathe it ever after.'

"'Oh I see,' said Polly. 'And I suppose because she took it in the wrong way it won't work with her. I mean it won't make her always young and all that?'

"'Alas,' said Aslan, shaking his head. 'It will. Things always work according to their nature. She has won her heart's desire; she has unwearying strength and endless days like a goddess. But length of days with an evil heart is only length of misery and already she begins to know it. All get what they want: they do not always like it.'"

- The Magician's Nephew by C.S. Lewis

White Shores and a Swift Sunrise

"Though they rode through the midst of the Shire all the evening and all the night, none saw them pass, save the wild creatures; or here and there some wanderer in the dark who saw a swift shimmer under the trees, or a light and shadow flowing through the grass as the Moon went westward. And when they had passed from the Shire, going about the south skirts of the White Downs, they came to the Far Downs, and to the Towers, and looked on the distant Sea; and so they rode down at last to Mithlond, to the Grey Havens in the long firth of Lune. ...

" [said Gandalf], 'Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.'

"Then Frodo kissed Merry and Pippin, and last of all Sam, and went aboard [the ship]; and the sails were drawn up, and the wind blew, and slowly the ship slipped away down the long grey firth; and the light of the glass of Galadriel that Frodo bore glimmered and was lost. And the ship went out into the High Sea and passed on into the West, until at last on a night of rain Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water. And then it seemed to him that as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise."

-J.R.R. Tolkien, Return of the King

It is impossible...

"It is impossible to rain on my parade; it comes with a transparent, traveling canopy."

Happy Friday!