Somedays I find the adventure that I long for cannot be found in books.

“The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what come through them was longing.” –C.S. Lewis; The Weight of Glory

But maybe that's the point. To keep us in that tension of waiting, hoping and longing for that which we cannot have. The stories, the poems, become our hope, but trust must remain in that Other. In the one place we cannot reach. Yet.

Soon.

It's really more beautiful this way.

I have tried to capture my thoughts about this in a poem.
- posted by jennifer joy staab @ 10:40 AM