Today is a tired Tuesday for me. We packed boxes and moved the rest of our stuff out of our home on Saturday. We were so tired we did not even go to church on Easter. Considering it is my favorite holiday, I felt a little sad (but more tired!). I guess there are all kinds of seasons to life.
This week I am just feeling the need for some margin and space for my soul. So my post here today is light. This is a passage from the book Emily of New Moon by LM Montgomery. She wrote Anne of Green Gables, but the Emily trilogy is my favorite of her works. I hope you enjoy.
“the evening was bathed in a wonderful silence- and there was a sudden rift in the curdled clouds westward, and a lovely, pale, pinky-green lake of sky with a new moon in it.”
“She must not forget how the tips of the trees on the hill came out like fine, black lace across the edge of the pinky-green sky.
and then, for one glorious, supreme moment, came ‘the flash’.
Emily called it that, although she felt the name didn’t exactly describe it. It couldn’t be described- not even to father, who always seemed a little puzzled by it. Emily never spoke of it to anyone. It always seemed to Emily , ever since she could remember, that she was very, very near to a world of wonderful beauty. Between it and herself hung only a thin curtain; she could never draw the curtain aside- but sometime, just for a moment, a wind fluttered it, and then it was as if she caught a glimpse- and heard a note of unearthly music.
This moment came rarely – went swiftly, leaving her breathless with the inexpressible delight of it. She could never recall it- never summon it- never pretend it; but the wonder of it stayed with her for days.”
–Emily of New Moon, L.M. Montgomery-