When I am completely absorbed in thinking about people I know very well, I often catch a wisp of their scent, blown in by some unknown breeze. I am always surprised by it. Smells always stir the strongest memories and the strangest longings, longings that transcend time and place.
Desire for unity is the strongest and strangest and most excruciating of them all. It is so other-worldly. When we see beauty we want to be caught up in it somehow. Lewis says it better than I can.
Beauty is not primarily functional. It is not utilitarian. It cannot be used. It can only be enjoyed.
I often feel guilty about a longing which I have mislabeled "laziness." That longing simply to rest and to enjoy beauty. But I think if I did that more often, I would be more practical somehow.
I know this is a very poor standard, but I will feel I have become practically perfect when I can write an essay without staying up all night long to do it. It has not happened in five years. But then, neither have I put beauty first.
One thing have I desired of the Lord; that will I seek:
That I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life.
To behold the beauty of the Lord and to inquire in His temple.
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Hi Ashley,
A big Hi from Dr Ron and Sweet Dori on the Island! Your mom called us. It was so sweet. We wonder how you are fairing in the land of Chesterton and Lewis? We hope you are enjoying being there, and we look forward to sharing your pictures over salsa when you return.
God bless you oh woman of God!
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