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Tag Archives: C.S. Lewis
The Pause That Refreshes
“TRAVEL, like life, is best understood backward but must be experienced forward, to paraphrase Kierkegaard. After decades of wandering, only now does a pattern emerge. I’m drawn to places that beguile and inspire, sedate and stir, places where, for a … Continue reading
Posted in Writings by Wordsmiths and Others
Tagged A definition of home, C.S. Lewis, Cape, Cape Cod, Cape Cod Canal, Eric Weiner, finding home, Finding peace, Heaven on Earth, Hermit crab, letting go of stress, Massachusetts, recreating life, Søren Kierkegaard, The Pause that Refreshes, The Weight of Glory, Tide, Tide pool, vacation, Weight of Glory
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Life is But a Dream
Do you dream? Daydreams? Night dreams? Have you ever tried to go back to sleep to finish a dream because you so wanted to know the end? Or dreamt a nightmare so fearful that sleep itself was full of terror? … Continue reading
Listen to the Falling Rain – On Libraries, Reading, and the Magic of Books
Listen to the falling rain, Listen to it fall, And with every drop of rain I can hear you call.” (Jose Feliciano) Today, unusual for North Carolina, has been a grey day of ongoing gentle rain. It has made me think. To me … Continue reading
Posted in Writings by Wordsmiths and Others
Tagged Books, C.S. Lewis, Erle Stanley Gardner, Hardy Boys, Island Stallion, José Feliciano, Man in the Iron Mask, Nancy Drew, Rainy days, Reading, Riders of the Purple Sage, Stephen King, Ten Little Indians, The magic of books, What to do on rainy days, Wind in the Willows
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Down in the Valley, the Valley So Low…
I have been through the valley of weeping The valley of sorrow and pain But the “God of all comfort,” was with me To comfort, to hold and sustain. As the earth needs clouds and sunshine, Our souls need both … Continue reading
Posted in Inklings
Tagged angels, Baca Valley, C.S. Lewis, depression, God, Great Divorce, Heaven, in the valley of the shadow, Israel, loss, Pain, Social work, social workers, the hand of the angel, Valley
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