I love looking through my Mom's old pictures. Today, I spent time scanning some of them into the computer. My Mom has traveled everywhere...
Greece
Israel
Spain
Venice
FlorenceThere's nothing inherently beautiful about this morning. Actually, it's almost the opposite. I can see cold skies from my window with telephone wires cutting the gray expanse into neat pieces. I can hear the muffled tones of siblings plodding through their morning routines. It's not a quiet morning. It's definitely not a peaceful morning.
But all the same, I love it. Charlotte Brontë once described her book (Shirley) as, "Real, cool, and solid... as unromantic as Monday morning, when all who have work wake with the consciousness that they must rise and betake themselves."
I love her description. And I love Monday mornings.
Because even if they are unromantic, there's a beauty to these Monday mornings that rivals the glory and warmth of other days. It's the beauty of the mundane. Sometimes, everyday life isn't exciting, it isn't like movies with stunning effects and breath-taking plots. Sometimes, everyday life is just like Monday mornings. Real, cool, and solid. And there's something comforting about the mundane, it is something always within our grasp, always near us.
And then, as we really come to appreciate the mundane, I think it changes, or at least, our perspective changes. And we come to see that the mundane is not just the mundane, it's sanctified. No longer do we "just" live on earth, we live on the world that our God walked upon. The Fall has been reversed by the Risen One, the mundane is sanctified, and we live in the light of that glory. And that is the beauty of the mundane - the everyday seen in the light of eternity.
Is there not glory enough in living the days given to us? You should know there is adventure in simply being among those we love and the things we love, and beauty too.
"We should take our education as we would take a walk in the country, leisurely, our minds hospitably open to impressions of every sort. Such knowledge floods the soul unseen with a soundless tidal wave of deepening thought. 'Knowledge is power." Rather, knowledge is happiness, because to have knowledge - broad, deep knowledge - is to know true ends from false, and lofty things from low. To know the thoughts and deeds that have marked man's progress is to feel the great heart-throbs of humanity through the century; and if one does not feel in these pulsations a heavenward striving, one must indeed be deaf to the harmonies of life."
"And the White Spirit said, 'Hitherto, you have experienced truth only with the abstract intellect. I will bring you where you can taste it like honey and be embraced by it as a bridegroom. Your thirst shall be quenched."
From The Great Divorce.
Sometimes, chat boxes just aren't enough. Apart from the fact that I really can't stare at a computer screen for long without getting a headache/my hands shaking, sometimes I really miss hearing my friends' voices.
I got to talk to my carissima today on the phone. And it was so wonderful. I really don't have the chance to talk to people 'for reals', as my brother says, especially since I stay at home so often. And right now, my only friend who actually lives in state is in Ireland. So my social life (which really was never very existent) is pretty much non-existent. I don't mind at all, but I do miss talking with friends.
And so, it was such a joy to talk with KB today. I laughed a lot. She always has the best stories. We talked about school, Inkdeath, our families, work, summer plans... everything and anything under the sun.
It almost makes me want to overcome my silly fear of making random phone calls so I can hear my other friends' voices.
Almost. Heh.
Thanks, Katie Beff :-)
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