I was talking with a friend about our shared love of Tolkien, which reminded me of this quote, which reminded me of a picture Cmdr. Scott Kelly took from the ISS- (I believe of Spain?) as twilight was coming on, all the blues and blacks and grays and clouds swirled together, and the delicate glow of lights from the cities, the earth looking so fragil-y beautiful…
And there you have it. How an entry in the handbook comes about. (28/365)
We had a beautiful Saturday together as a family. I received some encouraging news- a truly lovely day. But underneath it all, my soul felt so heavy with all that is swirling in our world and in our country. I don’t know what to say, I don’t know what to do right now, except to sing…and make art. To hold space for peace. (27/365)
We started into The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe today. Frankly, I just wanted to draw Edmund’s angry face when Lucy is telling about the wardrobe for the first time. I took artistic license with the tapestries for a wee bit of foreshadowing (though the kids don’t know it yet). I figure the Professor would have had some made, describing his memories. (See the silver leafed Tree of Life on the left, from the Magician’s Nephew?) And of course, Aslan. But they haven’t seen him yet. Lucy might have recognized the trees in the tapestry, had the ones she’d seen not been covered in snow. More of that Secret of Kells/Song of the Sea influence, of course. (26/365)
My kids asked to listen back through the Chronicles of Narnia again, so we started the Magician’s Nephew the other day. The audio book we have is really well done and it makes your imagination soar. In my head, Narnia looks a bit Secret of Kells and Song of the Sea-ish. Here they are at the Forest Between The Worlds, as Aslan is preparing Polly and Diggory to return to an England that will soon march off to war. 25/365
I keep painting star-filled skies. And Martinmas kids, deep into January. They found a fire to keep warm by. So weary tonight. They make me smile.