'When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.' 'Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or bit by bit?' 'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time.' Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit
It’s cold and rainy and it feels like a sitting by the fire and relaxing kind of day. Today I just want to share something by one of my favorite poets, the great Mary Oliver.
Enjoy your Sunday.
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do– determined to save the only life you could save.
This is the Lanier Theological Library and I’m going to be spending lots of time here over the next couple of years.
I know it doesn’t matter where you are physically as far as finding peace or focus, but the feel of this library is so comfortable, so inviting, that it’s the perfect place to sit for hours and read, research and write. Especially for someone like me who is a lifelong lover of books.
P.S. My favorite Disney princess was Belle. It had nothing whatsoever to do with her story, I’ve just always wanted a library 🙂
Christmas break ended and homeschool started up again with the kids, as well as all of the usual activities that go with it; piano, guitar, art, counselor.
Then there was the orthodontist and an unscheduled trip to the shop for my car.
But what really made my week fly by was my first week of school.
I read hundreds of book pages, multiple articles and workbook lessons, made my first ever forum posts and participated in discussions, made a YouTube introduction of myself and wrote my first paper.
It was a lot of work. Several hours a day, actually. More than I expected.
I love it.
The classes I’m taking are awesome and the things I’m learning already are fascinating! It’s amazing.
One of my classes is Children at Risk, and in my reading this week I came across this poem. It was familiar to me, but I couldn’t figure out why at first.
After a few minutes I remembered where I’d seen it before: my grandma’s refrigerator. It was covered with cartoons, Dear Abby columns, pictures and things like that, but on the side was this poem. I probably ready it a thousand times growing up.
It was a sweet reminder of one of my favorite people and heroes, during my first week of this new endeavor. God’s timing is perfect.