Life’s a voyage that’s homeward bound. – Herman Melville novelist, sailor. (1819 – 1891)
Recently I was asked to be part of an interesting (well, interesting to me) series on pilgrimage at Highcallingblogs. Mine was the last in the series and it appeared today. Thinking about home, how to get there, and how to stay there, is not so unusual for me, so of course, rather than writing about going somewhere I ended up thinking about what Denis and I have hoped to make and give in living here together. I was anxious about how it would fit in with the rest, but then plowed ahead anyway. I quoted from one of my still-top-ten-favorite movies Garden State. There’s something about that danged ark at the edge of an enormous dark hole, Paul Simon singing “The Only Living Boy in New York,” the rain and three young friends screaming into the abyss that makes me want to stay here and keep the lights on for a while longer. Etc, etc.
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O, Margie, your article is just so heavy and good. Thank you for writing again...I love how I feel carried along in your wiriting "ramblings" in Toads Hall Notes and your blog and such and am so consistently challenged and pressed to think in different ways by you letting me -- some mostly anonymous reader, join you in your thoughts. Again, thank you for letting me be your friend from afar.
Ahhh, Sarah, thank you for commenting. Isn't it good to be part of a great multitude of believers? How lonely otherwise. It would be better, in my opinion, if we were allowed to share real time and space. Alas. But God knows. Keep courage.
so lovely, yet real. thanks for persevering in that written expression of truth. i'd like to share some tissues at your kitchen table...
Jessie, I'd like that, too. Are "Puffs" okay?
Oh my, Margie..."three young friends screaming into the abyss that makes me want to stay here and keep the lights on for a while longer." I'm going to remember that line for a long time. Thanks.
It's a great article, Margie. Thank you for sharing with me and the HCB community and every other pilgrim along the way. (Even Bonnie who stopped by as a Lego.) ;)
Laughing and crying all at once...in the between time of reading your article, and coming back to comment, I am faced with a slotted spatula trying to scoop up paint. What a great juxtaposition.
Thank you for sharing what I am only beginning to wrap my mind around. Thank you for opening your home to perfect strangers, even if only sometimes through this crazy thing of the world wide web.
Cassandra
Cassandra, and thank you for stopping by. It really does mean something even if it is, for now, in cyberspace.
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