a mouse who must be held back from attempting combat with a dragon.
i'm marveling at the grace and joy that this life brings, to inhale and exhale courage that never seems to let up these days.
there is a kind of happiness and wonder
that makes you serious.
it is too good to waste on jokes.
:: the last battle // c.s. lewis
and that is where i am right now, right on the cusp of so many things, so much change. and i am breathless with excitement.
i understand that Narnian wonder again...i think i had forgotten what this feels like. it used to be my passion, to leap into the pools and come up to the tune of Lion's breath and steel growing alive from the ground.
because that's what this time is for me, a transition from summer to autumn, the time when the earth comes so alive and grace overflows so that the earth brings life from nothing.
it's mustard yellow sweaters and chunky knit scarves with fresh-printed books by candlelight...Goodnight Moon and I'll Love You Forever take up the shelves where Austen and Bronte used to reside.
this is where it starts. this is the begin.
she is four days late, but i know she will arrive.
and then we will tip over the wave and catch our first glimpse of Aslan's county in her newborn eyes.
and i will teach her to being a roaring lamb
a dragon-fighting mouse.