Not sure how to explain my two month interval in writing in my blog. After two specific encouragements at how some readers like my writings...I am reminded that I like to write and that my brain actually functions better after a good deposit of words and thoughts into this page. (sounds like other bodily needs that feels good after a dump....). Ok. So there was November.....hmmmm....not much to remember except keeping the home fires burning. Let's try December....nothing comes to mind...Christmas? Two hours in a car line up at U.S. customs to end up at the "Caribbean of the High Seas" Water Park in Grand Forks? Going into a log cabin theatre room to watch Dawn Treader and being disappointed with the first island adventure that wasn't at all like the book and what was all those clean uniforms for, even after grimeing it out for months and against a sea serpent? Doesn't one look rather worn and ragged after facing your worst nightmare and holding the rudder for days in a storm?? For that, (my two-bit commentary) I think C.S. Lewis would be dissapointed to see his image of the journey distorted. I did like Eustace though, his face was priceless...something that charms and defines him in story. Aslan raking the sand didn't cut it for me, the book depicts him as raking his dangerous, ripping claws down Eustace's scales to remove the skin. That feels more like what Christ does to remove that habit of sin skin that is wrapped so tightly around us. Agony, and once gone, pure bliss. That's redemption.
I could write about a strange panic dream I had a couple of weeks ago, dumpy house, different neighborhood...the man (one of the many sitting all over in our house) who yelled, "so you're the new tenants??" Tenants? I thought, no, my worst nightmare!!!! And another young man wanting juice for his daughter in the kitchen...I look in the fridge, moldy and dirty...leftovers from the previous occupants. "Nope! Just water this time!"...inside I am freaking out.."where is my beautiful, calm, safe haven Furby house with my comforting yellow blanket on my bed????". I was so glad to wake up out of that dream under that comforting yellow blanket. Or I could write about my walk the other day and was amazed at the number of shopping carts upended in the snow banks, then one in front of a house filled with snow chunks (???)
So I'm kind of having writer's block, be patient, I'll think of something yet.
