Buried in Books...
I have a feeling that this blog will turn into a book review list. I'm currently working my way down a tall stack, wondering why on earth I placed so many holds at the library, and reading as quickly as possible before due dates loom on the calendar. Then, of course, there is the surreptitous stealing of the husband's books while he is at work. He keeps threatening to steal my own books, so the war continues...
I just finished The Lost Princess, by George MacDonald. Loved it! Better to read as an adult, which is the mark of the best children's books. I hear that Michael Phillips has written a wonderful biography of MacDonald, has anyone read it?
I just started the Crosswick's Journal series by Madeleine L'Engle. The first book is called A Circle of Quiet, and is the published form of her journal that she kept of living with four generations in a Connecticut farmhouse for several summers running. Snippets of daily life interspersed with wonderful passages that make me stop and ponder each new idea. These are books to read slowly, savoring each page. I look forward to The Summer of the Great-Grandmother.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Relaxing
A kind friend (Carrie of Anne of Green Gables) has flown me out to Corvallis, OR to visit her for the week, and we have enjoyed the chance to catch up on each other's lives, eat chocolate, and watch chick flicks. Ahh, the joys of vacation! It's been wonderful to have a break in the daily routine of life, to step away from the constant busyness and spend time journaling and pondering . Aristotle once said (and I paraphrase) that a life lived without reflection was not worth living. I might say that a life lived with reflection and purpose, driven toward the ultimate goal, is the true Christian life.
Being away from Andrew for the first time since we were married has shown me how much closer we have grown over the past year and a half. Single life seems like a distant reality (I hear this is normal). And so, I thought I would offer a short tribute to marriage, that joyous, challenging, and at times hilarious state of being:
Marriage is:
The process of another person finding out all your quirks and oddities, to your great dismay. Said person will often consider all quirks as fair game for teasing.
Making a strange or odd face while reading a new book, and looking up to discover he caught you at it.
Having tea together in the morning while curled up together on the loveseat, discussing such erudite topics as the proper way to make English tea (I am, after all, married to a Stafford)
Washing dishes and hearing him steal up to you, put his arms around you, and kiss the nape of your neck. And, for good measure, tickle you while your hands are still soapy and wet:)
I love you, Dearest.
A kind friend (Carrie of Anne of Green Gables) has flown me out to Corvallis, OR to visit her for the week, and we have enjoyed the chance to catch up on each other's lives, eat chocolate, and watch chick flicks. Ahh, the joys of vacation! It's been wonderful to have a break in the daily routine of life, to step away from the constant busyness and spend time journaling and pondering . Aristotle once said (and I paraphrase) that a life lived without reflection was not worth living. I might say that a life lived with reflection and purpose, driven toward the ultimate goal, is the true Christian life.
Being away from Andrew for the first time since we were married has shown me how much closer we have grown over the past year and a half. Single life seems like a distant reality (I hear this is normal). And so, I thought I would offer a short tribute to marriage, that joyous, challenging, and at times hilarious state of being:
Marriage is:
The process of another person finding out all your quirks and oddities, to your great dismay. Said person will often consider all quirks as fair game for teasing.
Making a strange or odd face while reading a new book, and looking up to discover he caught you at it.
Having tea together in the morning while curled up together on the loveseat, discussing such erudite topics as the proper way to make English tea (I am, after all, married to a Stafford)
Washing dishes and hearing him steal up to you, put his arms around you, and kiss the nape of your neck. And, for good measure, tickle you while your hands are still soapy and wet:)
I love you, Dearest.
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