24 December 2020

Comfort and Joy

 


God rest ye, merry Gentlemen,

Let nothing you dismay,

For Jesus Christ our Saviour

Was born upon this Day.

To save poor souls from Satan's power,

Which long time had gone astray.

Which brings tidings of comfort and joy.

(1760)


Our world needs comfort. Our world needs joy.

How do we feel comfort in the midst of a pandemic that keeps dragging on? These are the darkest days of the year. These are the days when families and friends usually gather and many cannot. These are days we wear masks to protect others from a virus and keep our distance, forsaking hugs and shaking hands. Comfort can come through the gentle reminders that we are connected to others still. Through note cards or messages, gifts, deep conversations, sharing something silly or telling a story. We can counter the lack of comfort the world gives with the comfort that comes through other avenues.

How do we experience joy amidst all of this we are going through? You've had a tough year. I know you have. We all have in varying ways. Joy is looking at the beauty and goodness of your life amidst darkness. I love how Christina Rossetti says in her poem "Christmas Eve" - Christmas hath a darkness brighter than the blazing noon. Like a direct contrast to the darkness, we can all welcome the light of joy, through the many gifts we have in our families, friends, jobs, homes, food, comforts of good books, candles, blankets, and music. We can know that God is with us no matter what situation we are going through, and give thanks in all circumstances. For every situation can be an opportunity for us to learn more deeply of God's goodness and our ability to rest in joy, because His love is always surrounding us.

Merry Christmas and may your hearts be filled with comfort and joy.

22 December 2020

Christmas Stories

 


Do you read any Christmas stories? 

I don't know if you have felt stressed and overwhelmed this year, but I sense that you have because I have and everyone I talk to has as well. I think this year I have needed extra cheer, so I have turned to some charming Christmas stories that remind me of that wonderful feeling of giving and loving amidst wintry journeys, struggles, darkness, and family's squabbles. My favourite has been A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens - that classic story with heart and soul. That story came out when the world needed some cheer in Dickens's day. Sometimes I think Christmassy short stories are the best antidote to the bustle and stress of these days that have an additional hindrance of a virus that keeps sticking around.

This collection of Christmas stories by Anthony Trollope (1815 - 1882) is pure fun. It has the charm of the 19th century English humour.  I am not super familiar with Trollope yet, but he was an enormously successful writing in his lifetime, and wrote a lot of books. These stories are a good mix of British life and fun tales of Christmas mishaps wrapped in the Englishness I find so fun. 

The first story and title of the book is about a husband and wife staying in a hotel in France on their way back to England on Christmas Eve, set to depart from the hotel to catch the train at 5:45 AM to get to Thompson Hall in time for the Christmas events. The husband does not want to go, and he feigns illness to try to persuade his wife they need to stay, but she really wants to go back to her family home and all the crazy comforts and chaos that Christmas is. To try to satisfy her husband's request for a jar of mustard, she goes off on a humorous journey in the middle of the night through the hotel on a mission that goes a bit astray. Well, the mishap that occurs follows her on her journey all the way back to England. 

So what are you reading to bring some cheer at the end of this 2020 year?

18 December 2020

Trees and Stars

 


Trees and Stars

Cold branches stand silent
as the night falls in
thin, planet and star-filled air.
Jagged welcomes come through trees' solemnity -
Wisdom hidden in the rough bark,
always lifting twigs and limbs in wonder.
Seasons change and they fall into slumber,
not idle, but making a study of life,
being present in the world, through daily strife.
To grow in God is to encounter the cold and dark
of star studded nights, lonely and stark.
Yet, this view misses your own illuminated light
others see by, and give thanks
for such a sight.

15 December 2020

Night Sky


Look up at night. Do you ever notice the stars and planets? If you have not looked up recently, now is a perfect time to catch a spectacular event - the great conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn, which can be seen very easily just after sunset for about 1-2 hours before the planets set. The actual meeting of the planets is December 21, but many days before and after is a visual feast of cosmic wonder. It has been for weeks already. 

The largest planets on our solar system, the gas giants Jupiter and Saturn have not come together like this in our sky view since 1623. So, this is a 400 year wait for this beautiful and mysterious sight in the sky. 

This special event is coming to be called the Christmas Star. There is a wondering if this occurrence is what happened at the time of Christ's birth. The bright star at the incarnation, creating the guide for the Magi to come visit Bethlehem. What if it was the conjunction of the planets and not a star at all? That question invokes wonder and delight in my imagination. Could it be that we shall witness in the sky what announced Christ's birth more than 2,000 years ago in 7 BC, which was also a year of a great conjunction? Even if it is not, it still creates awe in me. The next viewable event won't happen for another 60 years, so this may be your only chance to see the friendly meeting of Jupiter and Saturn in the sky. Don't worry, they are still millions of miles distant from each other, so they are keeping their social distance.

This is the view from my front door a few nights ago (terrible quality I know) - Saturn is smaller on the left, Jupiter is larger on the right. Pull out your telescope or binoculars for an amazing view.

Look up in wonder each night!

09 December 2020

Thoughts Provoked

 



Somehow amidst the crazy days that these weeks have contained, I have been reading a lot. I think it is my way of recharging after very busy days, and over the weekends. Reading and escaping into another story is fun, imaginative, and creates thought-provoking insights that stay with me for weeks after I finish. 

The Idiot
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
First Published 1869

For the month of November I joined a re-along hosted by an Instagram friend, @amerestory, her blog is HERE, whose favourite author is Dostoyevsky and she has many insights to share on his writing. She digs into the themes he presents in social situations of the Russian high society, and it was really enjoyable to follow along with her. I had not read this book before, so it was completely new to me, and I enjoyed it but it is also the kind of book that needs some discussion as many of the characters open up a deeper study of humanity.

The book follows a young man, Prince Myshkin, who returns (after recovering from illness in Switzerland) to St. Petersburg and comes to find out the realities of the social and family scenes of Russia. He has a naïve soul, innocent and honest. He is mocked for his childlikeness, yet he is turned to by the various characters because he is open and thoughtful. He gets things wrong, but is meant to be an image of a "wholly virtuous man". Through the course of his arrival into Russian, he becomes entangled with two different women, and the interactions that take place amongst the families and gatherings is full of drama with pieces of deeper meanings. With each conversation the reader gets to see some aspect of the many characters unfold and then begin to see the truth coming out about them.

The Hopkins Manuscript
R.C. Sherriff
First Published 1939

This is a science fiction novel published during WWII, with warnings to future generations. While the science of it is not a warning, the undertones of all the human decisions are, and it's interesting to me how much of the early science fiction novels aimed toward warning the future (ie. us) of possible effects of humanity's choices. 

The premise of the story is that the moon somehow loses its orbit and begins to fall toward earth, eventually falling into the Atlantic Ocean, causing devastating effects upon England, the perspective from where the story takes place, and the decisions made after the event that change the course of the entire earthly history. 'The Hopkins Manuscript' becomes a historical artifact of the past, and is written by Edgar Hopkins, who wrote all his experience through the tragic event and afterwards. He hid his manuscript in a thermos in a fireplace, which was found hundreds of years later in the ruins of London, which is one of the only written pieces of history left behind. Even if you do not like science fiction, this was a good, engrossing read, that was fascinating study of human choice after disaster.

01 December 2020

Advent Season

 


God of the watching one,
give us Your benediction.

God of the waiting ones,
give us Your good word for our souls.

We all have a sense of longing and knowing that we have to harness patience for certain things. We do not generally like being patient, especially in this modern day of being able to receive satisfaction almost immediately. In ages past, the things we receive quickly now might have taken days/weeks. Letters and correspondence, for example. Today we can send instant texts and emails. Just twenty years ago a letter would take several days to get to a recipient and there were no cell phones. There are good aspects of being able to communicate quicker, but in an interesting way it could also mean something is lost in depth and detail that used to be shared in letters.

Something I have been pondering lately is how as we ache for something that seems just out of grasp, it is God we ache for, even if we do not see it. Always - in everything. While we search for that which will make us happy in this world, the deepest desires can only be satisfied in God, which is where our desires are meant to be derived. We are fools to seek anything outside of God will fulfill us, and as the author of Ecclesiastes reminds us it is like chasing the wind. You will never catch it.

I am thankful for this season traditionally spent waiting and seeing the light amidst darkness. It reminds me that we are not able to see the future - we do not know what is coming next. If we think imaginatively as if we were living B.C. in this advent season, we could ponder what it might have been like before the incarnation and get a sense of the sort of darkness the world was enshrouded in. We are people who have come after the Light has been in this world in person. We have the advantage of knowing that part of the story, and we sit in the dark for the next part of the story, always with the Light to guide us.  God does not leave us alone in that journey. He gives us a great Light of the world.

25 November 2020

Wintry Themes

 


Than these November skies
Is no sky lovelier. The clouds are deep;
Into their grey the subtle spies
Of colour creep,
Changing that high austerity to delight,
Till even the leaden interfolds are bright.

- John Freeman (1880 - 1929)

Some recent days of moody, misty, milky weather have nudged me into some wintry themes at home. Some pretty wooden trees have emerged to add some cheer. Even some sweaters have adorned my arms (much to my delight). Overcast greyscale skies tend to lean toward the feeling of winter and hibernation. Even if the temperatures are not freezing, a soft dip feels significant in contrast to the intense summer heat. 

We are meant to embrace seasons differently. As the hours of days grow darker and the wind rustles colder air into our neighborhoods, similar to the trees and bears falling into hibernation, we are meant to slow down as winter draws near. In a season of darker days and cold we can warm our homes with comfort and light. Spiritually, we can prepare for the season of Advent and the waiting in the darkness and unknown before the coming of Jesus.

I love these seasons of Autumn and Winter because after such a long and sweltering heat of many months, my soul needs a revival of thoughtful, meaningful, deeper musings that can come from the explorations and themes that comes along with the colder, darker seasons. 

It is no great surprise that in the lectionary the Book of Revelation is what is being read through November before Advent begins. With a book of pictures presented in the vision of John on Patmos, we get some imaginative glimpses into the future - some images of terror, and then wonderful images of the New Creation. It is a reminder that even amidst the darkness of our land (and our nations) our true light comes from a source unalterable and unchangeable. The light of the Lord Jesus.

May we feel the blessing in that truth. Happy Thanksgiving!

18 November 2020

Paradox of Time in 2020


Coffee cheers!

Sometimes I ponder about the oddness of our lives, and how we experience things in our everyday (like time and the strangeness of it), whilst drinking my morning coffee at my desk, next to my biggest bookshelf with a view outside.

Is it me or has the pace of this year been both slow and fast? The paradox of time is that we are stuck in it (and cannot see beyond this very moment), but it somehow has the ability to move at different paces according to how we pay attention (or do not pay attention).

I find that when I pay attention in the present moment, fully and deeply, noticing details and feelings time slows down to meet me. When I am able to do this the feeling of stress and the never-ending to do list notions tend to slip away, not disappearing but just possessing a lesser hold on my soul.

But things cannot always be slow and my attention is often very scattered and as I try to accomplish several things at once (which never really works well). Time dwindles quickly and I never have enough hours to finish and it seems like I never will. 

Is this the kind of year you are are glad to see end? Has a slower pace been granting you time you have needed? Or has there been no slower pace? I have had a mixture of both, which is probably why I am feeling this paradox of time. I have found that when I slow down and focus on one thing, noticing the details, and appreciating what it is, I am able to accomplish more in the end (whether that is completing my to do list or just tidying up my home). But when I rush, I am not appreciating, only flying by.

Simple notions like slowing down become complex as we make them that way with our desire to do more than we should. We are all different in the amount we can do, of course. But all of us can benefit from a more thoughtful pace in everything. I am learning this and trying to do this in my own days. It is really hard. This morning coffee time is my critical time to start the day in this mindset, with prayers that it continues through the rest of the day.

13 November 2020

Autumnal Beauty

 


Poetry makes immortal all that is best and most beautiful in the world.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley


There was a day or two that felt autumnal recently. When that happens after a deep, long summer, my imagination awakens and the words come flowing, inspired by the change I long for all summer. When I get to don a sweater and feel the chilly air atmosphere, my heart leaps with joy and appreciation. May more of these autumnal days come again soon. Until then, a poem in the likeness of a memory must suffice.


Autumnal Beauty

An Autumnal firmament view on this eve -

Intricately patterned in a seasonal shift.

Green leaves rustle and some take their leave -

Embracing a change entering windy and swift.

Our neighborhood star rising on a skew -

Beams of morning gold slant in their space,

Evincing me a turn of time I view,

Pondering the perspective from such heavenly place.

The cosmos is our ceiling, a starry roof -

Reaching beyond imagination and eyes.

We measure and detect with no visual proof -

Yet we acknowledge and wonder at God's grand skies.

The falling leaf gives me this to know -

The mystery of every created pleasure -

Our meaningful ability to observe, learn, and grow -

Is a perfect posture for every day leisure.

05 November 2020

The Selador Story

 


Have you ordered your copy of my new book? It came out last week and with all the mess of our world, may it be a good distraction and escape into another realm.

Book One - Selador: The Book of Time is available HERE

Book Two - Selador: The Secret Paths is available HERE

If you haven't read the story yet, here is a recap of the books. If you have read them I'd love if you rated them on Amazon or left a review:

Selador: The Book of Time - In the first book we meet Nella, who finds herself in a stark white tunnel, walking alone, not sure of how or why she was there. Something moves her forward and she tries door handles at least reaching one that leads her outside, and into a beautiful woodland realm which is in extreme contrast to the tunnel she just left. 

Nella journeys into the forest and meets someone (a guardian she learns later) who hurries her to a staircase that wraps around the tree to the top, where a set of huts seem to be built. Narrowly escaping the rushing waters that come sweeping through the forest on a daily basis, she makes it up to the village and learns as she meets the leader that she is known by them. She has a purpose to fulfill, but what could that be? She is a writer, but how could that be used?

Selador: The Secret Paths - In this second book we pick up where the first book leaves off, after Nella uses her gifts of writing in The Book of Time to protect the village, and the cost that came with it. She begins to explore deeply her memories, which she can draw upon if she chooses to. But why did she hide memories? What painful experiences did she purposely tuck away? 

The friendships all deepen with Master Nolan, Lady Cora, Lady Kira, and Miriam. Nella grows to love the village and the people as she learns more about her past and the shocking revelation that is told to her, which leads to the next dangerous journey to protect what is good, true, and beautiful.

30 October 2020

Autumn Greetings from Home (+ books!)

 


2020. This year has been so strange hasn't it? For the last seven months I have pondered and questioned this world we live in. How an invisible microbe could shut down countries, halt travel, and keep families apart. This year is a mess. There is turmoil and division in the world and close to home in our own towns. There is fear in the air. There is anger and strong opinions that do not stop to listen.

Even though I have not traveled at all this year, and it feels so strange, I have been taking advantage of the time at home for organizing and focusing on writing by book. Aside from working at the office, I spend the vast majority of time at home. This has many wonderful benefits. I finished writing my book, edited it, had my dear friend proof it (shout out to Jen!), and it is now available on Amazon. I worked on some home projects buying some new pieces of furniture and decor that I have wanted to do for a long time. I have embraced the home body lifestyle, and I am not mad about it. 

My 95-98% introverted self has been okay with being home a lot more than a "normal" year. I have been reading a lot, already beating my 2019 number of books read at this point with 64 books read so far, and we still have two months left in 2020. In my reading, I have been supporting a favourite independent bookshop of mine and buying more new releases than I ever have, to support authors and these tough times when they cannot travel to promote books. This has helped me discover new writers (to me) and enjoy authors' new releases. It has diversified my reading. Some favourite new release (or almost new) books this year have been:

- Hamnet by Maggie O'Farrell   

The Door on Half-Bald Hill by Helena Sorensen

Piranesi by Susanna Clarke

- The Wood, The Glorious Life of the Oak, and The Secret Life of the Owl all by John Lewis-Stempel

- Philosopher of the Heart: The Restless Life of Søren Kierkegaard by Clare Carlisle

Tolkien's Lost Chaucer by John M. Bowers

The Library of Ice: Readings from a Cold Climate by Nancy Campbell

Burning The Books: A History of Knowledge Under Attack by Richard Ovenden

Taliesin by Rowan Williams and Gwyneth Lewis (translators) 

The Golden Thread: How Fabric Changed History by Kassia St. Clair

Before the Coffee Gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi

Have you read any of these? I am so grateful for the books I have read and the ability to have them mailed to me - they have kept me sane in these very odd months! 

27 October 2020

Book Release - Selador: The Secret Paths

 


It's available!
You can now buy my new book!

The release of Selador: The Secret Paths is now live.

Here's a tiny glimpse of the new book (I don't even have a final copy yet, this is my draft) - looking a little different from the first book. It is a little bigger in size (5 x 8), has more pages (225), and is sporting a matte black cover.

It is now available on Amazon - CLICK HERE

This book is available for international delivery as well!

I cannot wait for readers to experience this story I have been working on for more than a year! I hope you enjoy it. More to come - I just wanted to share that it is available! Your weekend reading is now sorted.

20 October 2020

Mysterious Reads

 



Somehow I finished reading two books on the same day. Two excellent and mysterious books that I could not put down. Books that keep me thinking for a long time afterward. One published in 1934 and one just released last month.

The Nine Tailors 
by Dorothy L. Sayers

Another Lord Peter mystery brings us into the English countryside for a change of scenery. Lord Peter's car ditches him just before New Year's off the side of the road somewhere in the country and he and Bunter are stranded in a nearby town Fenchurch St. Paul with a majestic cathedral known for its ancient bells. Lord Peter stays with the kindly rector and gets to know many of the town's inhabitants. He is called back months later to help solve a mystery when a body is found in the wrong grave. 

This book is praised for Sayers' knowledge and research she did on church bells and the art of ringing. The intricate notes and details about ancient cast bells is remarkable and to me it feels like a different book apart from the other mystery books with Lord Peter. The characters are more developed in this story. This mystery keeps Lord Peter baffled until the very end as each of his theories is dashed when truth is revealed. The conclusion is dramatic and not what anyone in the story expected. 

Piranesi
by Susanna Clarke

This book was published last month and I kept seeing people comment on how wonderful it is. Without knowing anything about it other than reading the synopsis, I ordered it to read myself. The mysterious concept intrigued me from the start. If you decide to read it do not read reviews or spoilers of it first. Enjoy the discovery of it.

Picture a dreamlike environment with a man living in a grand house composed of many endless halls and a sea below the main level of the rooms resulting in tides that flood halls sometimes. He seems to be alone in the house other than one other man who he meets with twice per week. The narrator writes meticulous notes in his journals the details of the halls, the tides, and the statues that adorn every space he has explored. I cannot say much more without giving things away and part of the joy in this book is discovering truths that are revealed so I would never want to steal that from anyone. But this book reminded me a little bit of the movie Inception mixed with books written by Charles Williams (an Inkling and friend of C.S. Lewis). If you like mysterious, dreamlike, fantasy type books, this fits perfectly and I enjoyed it very much. 

15 October 2020

Enchanted Britain

 


There is someone who knows - 

Which sorrow it is

That is better than joy.

Adjacent to my weekend treat of a lavender latte from my neighborhood Concord Coffee, I dipped my toes into the new translation (and ended up reading the whole thing) of The Book of Taliesin, translated by the Welsh poets Gwyneth Lewis and Rowan Williams (former Archbishop of Canterbury). This book is a collection of the ancient poems, passed down for generations and centuries mostly written in the 13th century from the 6th century. It is story and Celtic history from Wales and inspiration for a lot of literary and creative history up to our current century. 

I really enjoyed reading this book of ancient Welch poetry that I haven't experienced before:

Do librarians know

Whence night and floods flow?

How they are laid low?

Where does night flee from dawn

So it can't be seen?

Taliesin is a poet, seer, shape-shifter, bard, holding the memory of battles in Britain. This stanza could have been inserted into my new book Selador: The Secret Paths. It is amazing to me as I read words recounted from the 6th century in the 13th century how they somehow resonate with my little tale being told today in my creative imagination. How is it that these ancient words can describe elements that I explore in my own creative story? It says to me that the ancient tales are within us, as humans before us also explored creatively the big questions of life and philosophized. My own words build upon the bones of those who came before me. They pondered the questions of the unknown, just like we do. I am a tiny piece of that here in the 21st century. Here I am to ask questions, maybe not answerable, but that can be explored through story.

So what I do in my small way is what the writers did in these texts over the course of 700 years, as writers put these myths together from oral traditions. Before there was writing there was memory and oral story telling. Writing and the codex became a way to pass down the stories, and our memories shifted away from holding the whole of a story in intangible ways. None of us today is a bard - one assigned to remember the tales and history of a people. It is all in books. So, we have to seek it out and see through the eyes and stories in written format of the ancient Celtic people.

What joy it is to discover this collection of poems. It is new to me, but like the other myths of countries (for example, the Icelandic Prose Edda and Poetic Edda or the Finnish Kalevala) this collection tells the myths of the Welsh - northern England, and Scottish lowlands in stories and myths of their place. I will let these words swim around in my imagination.

The Lord who will make us - drunk with delight.

I'm a cell, I'm a splinter - I'm a shape-shifter,

A library of song, - a sanctuary for the reader.

I love wooded slopes, - I love warm shelters,

I love real poets - who don't buy reputations.

I don't love those - who live by argument,

And mockers of poetry - will merit no wealth.

09 October 2020

Sneak Peak! Reading from Selador: The Secret Paths

 


I have a treat to share with you on this Friday! 

I am reading a small snippet from my new book (still in final editing and proofing) Selador: The Secret Paths

Click below to hear a short passage from Chapter 6 (shown above in the photo)

This reading will share with you the seasonal shift of what Selador is experiencing, and how Nella feels about it. Just a little introduction to get you back into the realm of Selador. Soon you will be able to read these pages, and I cannot wait to share this book - which open up so much more of the story of Selador - with the world. 

Stay tuned for more info on the book release date! 

06 October 2020

Waking Up to Rain

 


A new day. Waking up to rain. Coffee brewing. Goodness is present. Thank you God.

I am sitting at my desk with a candle lit and a mug of coffee as I journal. The rain is coming down in thick sheets. It could not be a more pleasant atmosphere, unless it were chilly. It brings me so much contentment and joy to sit here with such an atmospheric mood. Water is falling from the sky, splashing on the roof, rolling off the leaves, cascading into puddles, flowing down the alley. If I could add a cosy sweater that would be icing on this delicious cake. But the temperature is in the low 70s, which does not warrant a thick sweater, though the a/c makes it a little bit chilly inside. 

Perhaps it is selfish of me to love such dreich (Scottish word for gloomy or rainy) weather so much, as most people are likely grumbling at the moment, but I do not regret my enjoyment of weather.

Very lately, I discovered the videos of St. Martin in the Fields, London, a church I have been to many times, perched there on the corner of Trafalgar Square. The Rev. Carter hosts some contemplative prayer walks around London, and they are wonderful as I get to see London and I join in the contemplative prayer practice. This one I watched yesterday took place in St. James' Park. In it, he admired the grey sky, pointing out how most people only remark on the beauty of a blue sky, but miss the grey clouds and their many layers and ability to play with light. I was thankful and smiled at his comments, for I find great beauty in the grey sky, and my journal entry yesterday actually expanded upon that!

The tree limbs reach out before me, catching the falling droplets on their multi-faceted clusters of green and limbs. Big leaves catch more water, but it rolls off quickly. The little leaves catch the sole droplet and it hangs there in mutual nourishment. Leaves bounce as heavier drops splash down, and rain falls to nourish the ground.

I could write about rain all day. There is a wonder and beauty in it - a gift of water falling from the sky. We do not pay for the rain. Weather is a free gift of nature, yet the city charges me to use my faucet. I notice the leaves do not have the summery, bright green shade of green, as the season of Autumn comes slowly, the growth of the tree will slow and move into a sort of hibernation.

The rain is slowing down now as I write. I am just one tiny person in this city sitting at the window admiring the rain on a Sunday morning. I watch rain as entertainment. I study the long, narrow leaves and watch the drips of rain. My eyes trail the branches as they curve and stretch up and outwards. And I write words to try to capture such moments, when words do not seem to suffice. We do not seem to have enough words in our language to describe a beauty of nature given by God in His creative imagination. But I shall try anyway, lest the words be insufficient.

30 September 2020

Keats's Letters - Hidden Surprise!

 





Last night I was listening to a talk by Malcolm Guite as he talked about how he became a poet. He recalled when he was young, visiting John Keats's house in Hampstead, London, his imagination was awakened to that fact that he could be a poet when he read the poem "Ode to a Nightingale" which was written on the wall of the house where he lived, and wrote his poetry. Something awakened in him as he read those beautiful lines - 

'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
         But being too happy in thine happiness,—
                That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
                        In some melodious plot
         Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
                Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

As I was listening I suddenly remembered I had a book of Keats's letters that I had purchased in the UK last year that I had not read yet, so I jumped up and pulled it off my shelf, set to dive in to read this charming little pocket-sized book (my favourite kind). I picked up this book in a charity shop for £2.49, which is a reprint from 1923. When I flipped through the book, I realized that the pages were sticking together at the ends, because the pages of this book were uncut!

The method that was used to print books in those days involved full sheets printed, folded, and bound into a book. This meant that if you bought a new book, you had to cut the pages so you could actually read it. This discovery for me today was like finding a hidden treasure in the sands of time. It means that I am the first person to read this book, in fact to view these pages hidden within. It is amazing to be that the book is a brand new book that is 97 years old! What an unexpected, hidden surprise! My bookish heart has delighted in such a discovery.

Excuse me while I go read this book of letters now, the first reader since it was published in 1923.

25 September 2020

The Nature of Thankfulness


Oak-Tree
Unmoved I stand what wind may blow.
Swift, swift before the wind I go.

(William Morris)

Rooted like the sturdiest of trees, a mind and heart in thankfulness will be nourished by the surroundings, even on a seemingly dark day. In that vain, the rain is not dreary, but hydration and nourishment. The clouds are not gloom, but an umbrella reprieve from the intensity of the sun's rays. We can look at the lives we live in a similar fashion if we so choose. Noting how the weather of our days can further challenge us and strengthen us in ways we need, even if we do not know we need it.

A soul set in thankfulness is the starting point, I think. For if we do not look at each piece of our lives with a thankful tone, how will we view it as possibility for growth and goodness?

The opposing side is that if we do not dwell in thankfulness, we shall look into our days and find ways to see how we were hurt, or wronged, or a victim of something, instead of seeing how we grew as a person from such event. We could miss how we established a sense of compassion from a situation, or learned how to love better, or grew in wisdom.

We do not have to be thankful for the circumstance that fell upon us, as often it is out of our control, but subsequent choices we made getting through it and how we moved forward is the bit that can produce much fruit. We can see how something pulled the rug out from underneath steady feet, which was followed by a trial and evaluation. How did we let that shape us?

I reflect, today, on the 11th anniversary of my Dad passing and am drawn to this question. How did that sad loss shape me? There are many deeply personal ways to expand upon, but if you have had a similar experience you likely know your own.

There are times when I reflect on my Dad's wisdom and awareness of other people's characters, which he could see through any mask they may have worn. As I have had space to reflect over the years, I have been reminded of this many times, and it has helped me grow into a more wisely observant person, keen to notice character coming through people's surface actions and speech.

This is one small example, but I am deeply thankful for who Dad was and how he still teaches me in many ways today. He will continue to teach me tomorrow. His example and the choices he made is not lost.

On a rainy afternoon I began to reflect on this, unplanned, partly because I am so thankful for rain, but most of the time what I hear from people is disgruntled comments about a rainy day. I might be thinking those disgruntled thoughts on a hot, humid day. It just got me thinking that if we embraced a thankfulness in all circumstances (read Paul's words in the New Testament for more on that - rejoice!), we would have a sense of joy in our hearts that may not be easily explained, except that we have the love of God within us. Thanks be to God.

18 September 2020

Mr. Holmes

 

'Never mind,’ said Holmes, laughing, ’it is my business to know things. Perhaps I have trained myself to see what others overlook. If not, why should you come to consult me?’

- Arthur Conan Doyle

How can investigating crimes be so enjoyable? With Sherlock Holmes, it is endlessly fascinating as he observes what everyone overlooks. His intelligent and witty comments keep me quite entertained. I am so drawn to observation and mystery, and it’s about time I read more of the Sherlock stories. I have only read a few. If you don't know already, they are short stories, and very readable. Conan Doyle started writing theses short stories and in 1891, many were published in The Strand Magazine. He was a physician himself, which leads his observations and medical prowess of Dr. Watson to be quite creditable.

If you ask me one of my very favourite television shows/series I will tell you without hesitation the BBC Sherlock is at the top of my list. I do not watch much television, as I find that most shows are redundant, trite, and predictable, but the Sherlock series are anything but that. The writers do such a great job at pulling in different pieces from these short stories that as I read these stories, I see how they incorporate a small encounter from a short story into one of the episodes that is not of the same story, but it is so well done, that it fits in seamlessly, and the nuances of the book and the acting are impeccable. Benedict Cumberbatch captures the character of Sherlock so well, even down to the small mannerisms that are so fun to read in the stories, like curling himself up in his armchair for hours of deep thinking with his pipe (this is a three pipe problem - translated to a patch for the modern days) and pressing his fingertips together as he thinks, stretched out on the sofa in his dressing gown.

"What are you going to do, then?" I asked. 

 "To smoke," he answered. "It is quite a three-pipe problem, and I beg that you won't speak to me for fifty minutes." He curled himself up in his chair, with his thin knees drawn up to his hawk-like nose, and there he sat with his eyes closed and his black clay pipe thrusting out like the bill of some strange bird. I had come to the conclusion that he had dropped asleep, and indeed was nodding myself, when he suddenly sprang out of his chair with the gesture of a man who had made up his mind, and put his pipe down upon the mantelpiece.

(The Red-Headed League) 

Reading the short stories has been such a delight. I love the intense observational skills, noticing things that nobody else does. Intelligent and thought-provoking insights that reveal true nature and motive. I read these stories of the adventures of Mr. Holmes and journey around London for clues, deep observation to solve mysteries, and witty interactions.

15 September 2020

Early Middle-earth - Gondolin


But Tuor looked upon the walls of stone, and the uplifted towers, upon the glistering pinnacles of the town, and he looked upon the stairs of stone and marble, bordered by slender balustrades and cooled by the leap and threadlike waterfalls seeking the plain from the fountains of Amon Gwareth, and he fared as one in some dream of the Gods, for he deemed not such things were seen by men in the visions of their sleep, so great was his amaze at the glory of Gondolin.

- J.R.R. Tolkien 

I just finished reading The Fall of Gondolin by J.R.R. Tolkien and so deeply enjoyed it. I had not read this longer tale (other than in the brief passing of other books) and for some reason I felt a real liking to the Tuor and Idril story (one of the very few man and elf stories, alongside Beren and Lúthien, and Aragorn and Arwen) in the beautiful, impregnable white marble city of Gondolin, home of the last real kingdom of elves (a hidden city, full of majestic beauty). This tale shows how no city is impenetrable, especially when dark minds linger within the walls. Evil finds a way in when given the opportunity. 

Like all Tolkien, there is a sadness lingering about everything, and tragedy that strikes due to choices made by single individuals. The king of Gondolin is killed, the city of beauty is destroyed, Melko takes hold of all that is good and corrupts it. But there is also hope, as there always is. The escape by way of a secret tunnel of Tuor and Idril, and their young son Eärendil, who obviously is hugely important if you know your Middle-earth history (his son will be Elrond of Rivendell in The Lord of the Rings). Also, Legolas shows up when they escape the burning city, and his elf eyes see into far distances to help guide the group of refugees and their perilous journey into the mountains. 

There is a fight in the mountains between Glorfindel and a Balrog, which I found so reminiscent of Gandalf fighting a Balrog in Moria to allow the fellowship to get to safety. The same thing happens here, as Glorfindel fights to allow safe passage for the rest of the group, and falls off the precipice with the Balrog and they both fall to their ends. As Gandalf did in his sacrificial act to save others.

They all reach a river later on, which gives them hope and a feeling of safer passage, as Ulmo, the great Lord of the Waters can reach them and help them build ships, so they can sail to Valinor as the time of the elves is fading in Middle-earth. 

I think I really liked this tale partly because it was not the tragic hero kind of tale (as Túrin Turambar is, which can be a little gloomy), but a tale of working together and learning from mistakes made. It combines many things - journeys, discovering who you are, the choices of individuals, the wisdom (or lack) of a king, and choosing not to give up when all seems lost.

This peak into early Middle-earth was just what I needed. I felt myself getting lost in the story and wandering the ancient paths of Middle-earth. The more history of Middle-earth I read, the more I want to read. It kind of has that effect on me.

10 September 2020

Bookshelfie - On Organizing

 


If a book is well written, I always find it too short.

- Jane Austen

How do you organize your books? Do you keep authors together, topics, genre, or colour? Spines in or out? Because I am such an avid reader and book collector, and I live in a tiny home (under 500 sq feet), I am always challenged by space on the bookshelves. I wish I had a wall of books with taller shelves so they could all be standing properly, but that is in my dreams. My living space is a library, all in one. Do you have tips or tricks that you use with your shelves? 

I feel like bookshelves are always a work in progress, just like we are. Every so often I sort and donate books to the library that I know I will not read again, but I will always read more and more and discover good books that I will keep and read again, so they need a little sliver of space on the bookshelves. 

On my recent shelf organization, I decided to make a few book towers on the shelves to allow for more use of vertical space on the shelves, which to my delight, opened up a lot of space. I tend to cluster an author and their books together, so if I am looking for a book, I will not have (too much) difficulty because I know where that author is placed. We will see if that holds true as I give this organization a test.

This is my biggest bookshelf, and I have a couple other shelves in my home. For me, being surrounded by books is the greatest comfort a home has - each book has an author who has opened up their heart and mind, sharing a story, philosophy, journey, and wisdom.We are not alone, and books remind us of that. We can journey to magical places and think about things that we never would have thought of.

What have you been reading during this pandemic season? What has brought you great joy in your reading?

04 September 2020

Selador - Second Book Title Revealed!



At last! You've been waiting so, as promised, I am revealing the title of my second book from the realm of Selador.

Selador: The Secret Paths

This is a novel length book, 225 pages and the size is the next step bigger (5 x 8). To compare, Selador: The Book of Time was 135 pages, but a mini sized book (4 x 6). So, it would be considered a novella.

In this second part, the story goes deeper. We get to know the characters you enjoyed (and new characters!) and their backgrounds.  Part of our discovery is learning what makes them who they are. And it is a fascinating journey.

Here are just a few of my favourite things about this book:

- Characters

What characters were you curious about and wish you knew more about? For myself, I wanted to know more about Master Nolan, and why he knows so much. It seemed rather strange, right? I wanted to know about Nella's history, and why she ended up in the tunnel, and why she was meant to be the writer of the realm, and where that stemmed from.

What about you? Were you curious for more on the history of Master Louver, or Tive?

- Setting

The village in the treetops is an enchanted place full of nature's beauty and elegant staircases with glowing lanterns; I am not sure why anyone would want to leave (I wish I could live there), but there is more to the realm, which may not be quite so pleasant as the lovely treetops. And we are going to have to venture there. Sometimes we have to venture through the dark places, but we are never alone. I hope that there is a message through this book of that truth.

- Truths

It is amazing how the story develops as the characters make choices, and through their journeys we get to glimpse into some telling truths, which reveals to them something they needed, and perhaps can tell us something about ourselves too as we place ourselves in the story.

Stay tuned for more news about it and when it will be released on Amazon. I am in the proofing and editing stage (with my hard copy!) - I will keep you posted here!

02 September 2020

On Thinking and Brain Work

 


Most people do not like questions, especially unanswered ones.

I think we are alive to ask questions and explore things we do not understand. To appreciate that God the Creator made all that we know, and He knows it all, and we never shall. But the fact is that the more we ask and seek, the more we dig deeply into unanswered questions, the more we get to glimpse some of the wonder working of God. We may not receive answers immediately, and our minds do not like to wait, right?

The glimpses excite me greatly. The possibility of them encourages me to think deeply, to always ask questions, for a discovery may still be made, even when it seems something is already known. We do not know it all, but we can learn more. We can always learn more. Why would we not want to explore by reading and gaining wisdom through other people asking and exploring the deep questions?

So often I see in society how people want to stay on the surface, never seeking beyond their momentary want or happiness. Of course, the momentary happiness changes every few moments, so they are always chasing it, instead of sinking into the deep questions that float around them. Alas, they are missing a huge piece of what our lives offer -- our minds! Somehow we have brains, which are amazingly able to imagine, postulate, reason, and create. Our minds are, even to this day, not used to their fullest capacity. The potential is enormous - memory, learning, reasoning, and creating are ways in which we can broaden the mind. 

I watched a documentary recently (which was several years old) about books and the shifting that has happened in the last 10-15 years or so. Several times it was mentioned that the majority of Americans do not read full books. They only read snippets of things - Facebook posts, news articles, Google finds, Twitter, etc. There is a shift that has happened that people do not read a whole book. There were interviews of youth expressing how they do not want to take the time to read a book for school. They just Google a book to get someone else's notes or the Spark Notes (okay, that was an issue when I was in school, too), as that saves them from reading the actual book. What are they spending their time on, instead? Video games, social media, and TV or movies. 

I remember in high school I always took the AP English classes, which required more reading and more essays, which I actually enjoyed. I certainly did not have the highest grades in those classes because they challenged me. I read every single book that was assigned to me in those classes, except one. I think it might have been a summer reading assignment that was leading up to the new school year. We were given a list of books we needed to read, and were given some assignments the first weeks of school on those books. For whatever reason, there was one book I simply did not get to read. I ran out of time and felt the crunch - it was The Grapes of Wrath. I read the summaries instead, and did whatever minor assignment was assigned one of the first weeks of school. I do not remember what the assignment was, actually. It must not have been significant. But I felt guilty for weeks and weeks about not actually reading the book (it is more than 450+ pages). I learned in high school that even books I did not enjoy reading, I learned something from. And that was the point.

Books teach us to see beyond ourselves, view another perspective, imagine in our own minds, and think for ourselves. It requires brain work, which always reminds me of Sherlock Holmes. He would set aside the frivolous, surface level conversations and topics to make space in his brain for the deep, problem-solving thinking to do his best work. 

28 August 2020

Reading from Selador: The Book of Time Ch. 11


Welcome to another reading from my book, Selador: The Book of Time.

I hope you are getting excited for the next book in the story, because it is a story deeply rooted in imaginative exploration of goodness and truth. Much of my spare time these days is diving into the realm of Selador to see what is going on there. Really, I just poke my head into the realm to see what all the characters are up to, and I write down their stories. 

Stay tuned next week as I reveal the title of the second book! Any guesses?

So, here is another short reading from the first book of Selador. 

If you would like to purchase Selador: The Book of Time on Amazon, here's the link!

25 August 2020

Philosopher of the Heart

 


I came to understand myself by writing.

Søren Kierkegaard

I enjoyed reading this biography so much, and the way it was written added a layer of enjoyment. It was not written in the style or format of a traditional biography, which to me can sometimes become trite as the author sometimes feels they need to document every tiny thing. This book was written in a beautiful fluidity which brought us into the mind of Kierkegaard and his thoughts and struggles, using some journal entries and documentation of his behavior as he lived in Copenhagen. We walked with him as he enjoyed his regular long walks around his city. We sat with him at his desk where he hashed out his thoughts, sometimes coming into his house from a walk directly to his desk still in coat and hat to write thoughts down immediately lest they be lost. We rode the train with him as he traveled back from Germany after studying. We gain an outside perspective of him as well as his reaction to various outside perceptions. 

The author Clare Carlisle wrote that "confusion is a fertile soil in which wisdom might grow." This very accurately describes Kierkegaard's approach to his deep thinking. He observed what was going on in his time in his city and country, and he responded to the worldly confusion on how to be a true Christian in the only way he knew how - by writing out pages and pages in his journal, exploring themes he had studied in the known philosophers (like Socrates or Hegel) and then spent much of his time publishing books of discourses addressing what he sees happening in society. 

He was interested in thinking about how to be a true Christian in a society that was "Christian", mixing church and state in which everyone was deemed a Christian as they were a citizen. He was distressed by the complacent, comforting messages that he heard from the Bishop's pulpit. This concerned him, as he believed you cannot be a true Christian without going through the suffering of life, not just coating it with sugar saying that it will be better in days ahead. That doesn't help you grow in wisdom, but causes you to embrace worldly ways. Kierkegaard believed that modern Christianity was leaning too close to worldliness, so he tried to counter this by leaning further in the opposite direction.

Along those lines, Kierkegaard was seeking to be at peace within himself, rather than in those worldly things. He wrote in his journal "..how sad it would be if human beings could only find peace in what lay outside themselves." His words and thoughts sometimes feel trenchant as they cut into the heart of our comforts, and they are still so applicable to our society today. Do we ask the tough questions today or do we just want to zone out with the pleasures of worldly indulgences? Kierkegaard challenges us to seek true divine wisdom as we look more deeply within ourselves to see what path we are going to choose everyday. 

The author writes "In drawing this contrast between divine wisdom and the false wisdom of the world, Paul argues that serving God and pursuing worldly things - including esteem, success, status - are two diverging paths through life: an either/or." This is exactly what Kierkegaard explores.

19 August 2020

How I Read a lot of Books


Within in its depths, this light, I saw, contained,
bound up and gathered in a single book,
the leaves that scatter through the universe.
- Dante

If you talk to me for more than a few minutes you will likely get me to talk about what book or books I am reading or what topic I have been pondering and researching through books. Whilst I explain the story or the topics, I hear so often from others that they wish they read more, and just cannot find the time. They comment that they get bored and fall asleep. Or they cannot focus. 

The importance and benefits of reading spans countless reasons that would go way beyond this tiny post. I could go on for days about how reading good books is the best use of time and how I never regret reading. Reading stretches our imaginations, puts our brains to work in the best and most beneficial ways, and allows us to see through other eyes to learn and grow.

I read 62 books last year, and it was not because I am some great reader or because I have a ton of spare time. On the contrary, actually. I attribute it to the following: 

Making reading a priority - When I talk to people about reading more, I usually ask about if they set a time each day for reading, and they always say no. Most often they leave it for the end of the day, right before bed when they are most tired, and they end up falling asleep. So I ask - if there is something important to you in your life, don't you set aside time to be sure that you give appropriate time to it, to allow it to grow and flourish? My weekends are fully booked. I read for hours, not just a few minutes. Every evening I read. If I get too tired as it gets late and cannot concentrate, then I put the book aside. The book I read at night is not one of my more difficult academic-type books. It is the Dorothy L. Sayers murder mystery that is much lighter reading.

Reading what I enjoy and am passionate about - Don't read books that bore you or are on topics that do not interest you. But do read good books. Read meaningfully and deeply. Read books that have stood the test of time in between newer books. As C.S. Lewis recommended, read a classic in between new, modern books to refresh your perspective. Discover what you are passionate about and read read read. The wonderful thing about reading is the more you read, the more you discover there is to read. One book leads to another, and another. If you love nature, read some books about gardens or trails or different aspects of nature. I've been reading many books recently by John Lewis-Stempel, who writes beautiful prose on woods, trees, and animals in the UK.  

Putting aside distractions - This is one of the biggest hurdles in keeping up with reading and staying focused. All the distractions in our lives steal time from us. Something that gives me control over that is coming to the conclusion that I am in control of those distractions. I can put my phone in the other room and ignore it. I can put my laptop away. I do not watch TV at all, but one could turn it off and leave it off. Whatever else is distracting in your life, find a way to turn it off, or set it aside for the time that you are reading. It's about the conscious effort. It is fully within our power as a choice.

Hopefully something here will help invigorate you if you are one who would like to read more, but cannot seem to find the time. The great consequence of reading is - Once you read more, you will want to read more, and that is a wonder-filled trend to get on. 

13 August 2020

Visits with Kierkegaard


Oh, if men would rightly understand what a beautiful use they could make of their imagination, their acuteness, their ingenuity, their ability to co-ordinate by using it in every possible way to discover an extenuating explanation: then would they increasingly taste one of the most beautiful joys in life; it could become to them a passionate pleasure and need, which would cause them to forget everything else.

- Søren Kierkegaard

Once upon a time, many years ago, in high school and in college, I frequented the Selby Library in Sarasota, mostly to browse the excellent bookshop inside, which sells books at a very affordable price. At some point along the way, I came across this lovely hardback book, A Kierkegaard Anthology. It was $1. At that point, I had only heard of Søren Kierkegaard vaguely somehow, I did not even know. I thought he was a Christian, perhaps, but I did not know much beyond that. But I bought the book.

I thank my younger self for such clairvoyance to buy it. I realize now how providential that casual purchase was. I soon read through many of the selections in this anthology, mystified by the deep theological thoughts that were way over my head, and yet I was drawn to them because I understood something in them. Maybe it was only a few tiny things I understood, but I kept reading, and became an admirer of Kierkegaard's writings.

I have never taken a class in philosophy. So here was my first taste of it with Kierkegaard, and through him Socrates and Hegel. I did not understand all I read. I was confused by the "other authors" of his discourses, which I now know were his way of expressing various opinions and views of a topic at hand without putting his own name to it. Many books he published did not have his name attached for this reason. 

He was a Danish Christian (he lived 1813 - 1855) who saw issues in the Christian society of the Danish life, wondering how one could be a true Christian in a society where everyone was a "Christian". In his case, church and state were one in the same. One had to be baptized in order to become a Danish citizen. He believed that to be a true Christian meant to suffer and go through difficulty and come out the other side, after all, Jesus goes before us in all our suffering. He believed the sermons being preached at his church in Copenhagen were too comforting and watered down, leading everyone in society to be complacent in their Christianity. Sound somewhat familiar? Isn't our society running along the same lines?

I always find myself coming back to visit Kierkegaard every now and then. Something I read will remind me of something he wrote and I will visit with him again. I have so often revisited the wonderful anthology, or some of his other books. His Works of Love captivated my idea of what it means to love others. And a new biography, Philosopher of the Heart, is absolutely engaging and beautifully written. I am reading it now, and enjoying it so very much. Not only am I learning much about the Danish Christian world, but also much more deeply into why he wrote what he did, and what inspired him. I will leave that for another post.

We are all so much more apt to think about discovering evil than about discovering good. - SK