Friday, November 20, 2009


the magic in his mane...

"Aslan," said Lucy, "you're bigger."
"That is because you are older, little one," answered he.
"Not because you are?"
"I am not. But every year you grow, you will find me bigger."

"I saw you all right. They wouldn't believe me. They're all so—"
From somewhere deep inside Aslan's body there came the faintest suggestion of a growl.
"I'm sorry," said Lucy, who understood some of his moods.
"I didn't mean to start slanging the others. But it wasn't my fault anyway, was it?"
The Lion looked straight into her eyes.
"Oh, Aslan," said Lucy. "You don't mean it was? How could I – I couldn't have left the others and come up to you alone, how could I? Don't look at me like that… oh well, I suppose I could. Yes, and it wouldn't have been alone, I know, not if I was with you. But what would have been the good?"
Aslan said nothing.
"You mean," said Lucy rather faintly, "that it would have turned out all right – somehow? But how? Please, Aslan! Am I not to know?"
"To know what would have happened, child?" said Aslan. "No. Nobody is ever told that."
"Oh dear," said Lucy.
"But anyone can find out what will happen," said Aslan. "If you go back to the others now, and wake them up; and tell them you have seen me again; and that you must all get up at once and follow me – what will happen? There is only one way of finding out."
"Do you mean that is what you want me to do?" gasped Lucy.
"Yes, little one," said Aslan.
"Will the others see you too?" asked Lucy.
"Certainly not at first," said Aslan. "Later on, it depends."
"But they won't believe me!" said Lucy.
"It doesn't matter," said Aslan.
"Oh dear, oh dear," said Lucy. "And I was so pleased at finding you again. And I thought you'd let me stay. And I thought you'd come roaring in and frighten all the enemies away – like last time. And now everything is going to be horrid."
"It is hard for you, little one," said Aslan. "But things never happen the same way twice. It has been hard for us all in Narnia before now."
Lucy buried her head in his mane to hide from his face. But there must have been magic in his mane. She could feel lion-strength going into her. Quite suddenly she sat up. "I'm sorry, Aslan," she said. "I'm ready now."
"Now you are a lioness," said Aslan. "And now all Narnia will be renewed. But come. We have no time to lose."
image: papertissue

Saturday, November 14, 2009


all we ever hurt for met in everything we need

all we ever treasured in hearts of whom we despise

time could only flee, for then its given gravity

and the ages keep believing for the end of time.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

love to die.

"Verily, verily, I say unto you, except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit." j 12.24
"if we lived for ever, what you say would be true. but we have to die, we have to leave life presently. injustice and greed would be the real things if we lived for ever. as it is, we must hold to other things, because Death is coming. i love Death-not morbidly, but because He explains. He shows me the emptiness of Money. Death and Money are the eternal foes. not Death and Life. never mind what lies behind Death, Mr Bast, but be sure that the poet and the musician and the tramp will be happier in it than the man who has never learned to say: 'I am I.'" -howard's end.

Monday, November 9, 2009

in my old age...

signs that i'm growing old...

1. the weather is too frequently the topic of conversation. yuck.

2. i prefer hot drinks.

3. our newly acquired sectional is my favorite thing right now.

4. i take left over homemade soup to lunch. a lot.

5. everyone in my life is getting married/getting serious. for real...if you're looking for a special someone, come be my'll probably find yourself with a ring on in no time.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

i was scared...

that i had forgotten how beautiful it was. but i closed my eyes and remembered how it had sparkled...and i grew thankful.