Images - March 11, Eindhoven
“Since they need change [He], being a hedonist at heart, has made change pleasurable to them, just as He has made eating pleasurable. But since He does not wish them to make change, any more than eating, an end in itself, He has balanced the love of change in them by a love of permanence. He has contrived to gratify both tastes together in the very world He has made by that union of change and permanence that we call Rhythm. He gives them the seasons, each season different yet every year the same, so that spring is always felt as a novelty yet always as a recurrence of an immemorial theme.”
(C.S. Lewis - The Screwtape Letters ( Letter XXV)
“Since they need change [He], being a hedonist at heart, has made change pleasurable to them, just as He has made eating pleasurable. But since He does not wish them to make change, any more than eating, an end in itself, He has balanced the love of change in them by a love of permanence. He has contrived to gratify both tastes together in the very world He has made by that union of change and permanence that we call Rhythm. He gives them the seasons, each season different yet every year the same, so that spring is always felt as a novelty yet always as a recurrence of an immemorial theme.”
(C.S. Lewis - The Screwtape Letters ( Letter XXV)
Early spring is
“that thin, tingling, virginal weather”
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All around them, though out of sight, there were streams chattering, bubbling, splashing and even (in the distance) roaring. And his heart gave a great leap (though he hardly knew why) when he realised that the frost was over.
This didn’t prevent Edmund from seeing. Only five minutes later he noticed a dozen crocuses growing around the foot of an old tree—gold and purple and white.
(Narnia)
This didn’t prevent Edmund from seeing. Only five minutes later he noticed a dozen crocuses growing around the foot of an old tree—gold and purple and white.
(Narnia)
What the Bird Said Early in the Year
I heard in Addison's Walk a bird sing clear:
This year the summer will come true. This year. This year.
Winds will not strip the blossom from the apple trees
This year, nor want of rain destroy the peas.
This year time's nature will no more defeat you,
Nor all the promised moments in their passing cheat you.
This time they will not lead you round and back
To autumn, one year older, by the well-worn track.
This year, this year, as all these flowers foretell,
We shall escape the circle and undo the spell.
Often deceived, yet open once again your heart,
Quick, quick, quick, quick! -- the gates are drawn apart.
C. S. Lewis
I heard in Addison's Walk a bird sing clear:
This year the summer will come true. This year. This year.
Winds will not strip the blossom from the apple trees
This year, nor want of rain destroy the peas.
This year time's nature will no more defeat you,
Nor all the promised moments in their passing cheat you.
This time they will not lead you round and back
To autumn, one year older, by the well-worn track.
This year, this year, as all these flowers foretell,
We shall escape the circle and undo the spell.
Often deceived, yet open once again your heart,
Quick, quick, quick, quick! -- the gates are drawn apart.
C. S. Lewis
"When [Aslan] shakes his mane, we shall have spring again."
C.S. Lewis
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