Sunday, September 13, 2015

The Book Our Mothers Read

This poem has been on my mind the last few weeks. I read it in a literature class several years back, and thought it was beautiful.

The Book Our Mothers Read | John Greenleaf Whittier

We search the world for truth; we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From graven stone and written scroll.
And all old flower-fields of the soul;
And, weary seekers of the best,
We come back laden from the quest,
To find that all the sages said
Is in the Book our mothers read.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

The Beginning

I love to write. When I was a little girl, one of the first stories I wrote was called “The Caribou and the Blueberry.” It was an adventure in which I got kidnapped and my brother and dad came and saved me. I don’t remember now how the caribou and blueberry fit in… I’ll have to find that box of stories and let you know. 

I digress. I love to write, and, until a few years ago, I had no idea that my writing could be purposeful. That idea came about upon discovering the Rabbit Room. There, I found a philosophy that I had never heard: since God created us, we can create stuff that reflects Him or His light. A few years later, in a class on J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Silmarillion and The Hobbit, I realized that Tolkien was practically the inventor of this idea. 

I fell in love with the Rabbit Room, Tolkien, and the idea that they had taught me. But I stayed in the shadows. I read the posts on the Rabbit Room, laughed and cried over them, but never commented, never thought that I could be good enough to write something that good. Then I started looking at personal blogs of people in the comments, and I just shook my head and wondered how they were so good at writing and articulating their thoughts. 

Then I had an idea — a crazy, crazy idea: I should create a website, where I could blog and have an outlet for my writing. I’m not sure what I’ll write about on here, so you are on an adventure with me — there may be a blueberry or caribou along the way! However, I do know that I want to stick to the idea that Tolkien and the Rabbit Room taught me — I am a subcreator and whatever I create can and should reflect (or as Tolkien says, refract) the light of God. 

Welcome to The Blue Amaranth!