Tell Your Story

It has been a while since the passing of Madeline L'Engle, but thoughts of her and her writing keep coming to mind, and so maybe, in this meditative season of Lent, contemplating the following words from this spiritual woman is appropriate:

“Why does anybody tell a story?” Ms. L’Engle once asked, even though she knew the answer.
“It does indeed have something to do with faith,” she said, “faith that the universe has meaning, that our little human lives are not irrelevant, that what we choose or say or do matters, matters cosmically.”

So, my guests and friends, share your stories. It will help us all, more than we can know.

Peace,
LE

All Lenten Thoughts

An Issue of Scope

I was going to post for tomorrow a poem by Gail of Scribal Terror entitled 'Double [Ptero]Dactyl' as part of my theme that spirit exists in all creatures and that all are loved by, inhabited by God.

A theme expressed in my poem/post We Didn't Fall - We Climbed.

But then I heard via Tobias at In A Godward Direction that Madeline L'Engle had been released from this mortal realm, and felt that my post should honor the spirituality of this woman who saw...

...spirituality in our mitochondria, in our very atoms, and in the song of the universe...

...and as I thought about it, 'Double [Ptero]Dactyl' seemed a very appropriate poem for honoring this marvolous woman, who saw the scope of God as so very much broader.

And so here is Gail's poem, with the same artwork (above) as on Gail's original post:

Double [Ptero]Dactyl

copyright Gail Hapke 2005, 2006, used with permission

Flippity-flappity

Phantasmagorical,

Furry and bug-eyed and

Batty as hell,

Whatever became of these

Unprehistorical

Pteromarsupials

No one can tell.

Thank you Gail, and thank you Madeline.

We will miss you.

Yours,

LE

Tobias's post on Madeline is here.

Gail's post on Madeline is here.

The NY Times on Madeline's pasing is here.