Friday, March 31, 2017
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
I'm once more reading the Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis. Today I finished The Last Battle, but I want to read more and wish the story would go on forever. I hope this passage inspires you. It is the final passage of the final chapter of the final book in the series:
Then Aslan turned to them and said: "You do not look so happy as I mean you to be."
Lucy said, "We're so afraid of being sent away, Aslan. And you have sent us back into our own world so often."
"No fear of that," said Aslan, "have you not guessed"
Their hearts leaped and a wild hope rose within them.
"There was a railway accident," said Aslan softly. "Your father and mother and all of you are - as you used to call it in the Shadow-Lands - dead. The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning."
And as He spoke He no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this is the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story, which no one on earth has ever read: which goes on forever; in which every chapter is better than the one before.
- (C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle)
Friday, March 3, 2017
Sophie is one of the primary players in my novel. She is a Chartreux Cat, a breed that dates back to 16th century France. Her fur is smoky gray with silver tips and her eyes are topaz.
The name Sophie means "Wisdom" and she is a very wise and Magical Cat.
Thursday, March 2, 2017
In "The Magician's Nephew," C.S. Lewis describes a scene in the last chapter where Aslan sends the children, Digory and Polly, back to their own world:
Both the children were looking up into the Lion's face as he spoke these words. And all at once (they never knew exactly how it happened) the face seemed to be a sea of tossing gold in which they were floating, and such a sweetness and power rolled about them and over them and entered into them that they felt they had never really been happy or wise or good, or even alive and awake, before. And the memory of that moment stayed with them always, so that as long as they both lived, if ever they were sad or afraid or angry, the thought of all that golden goodness, and the feeling that it was still there, quite close, just round some corner or behind some door, would come back and make them sure, deep down inside, that all was well.