Saturday, January 11, 2014
It was a grand Saturday seeing my twin brother and sister and youngest
brother. My twin lives in NY, right where we grew up. He flew down for the
weekend to go to a basketball game.My youngest brother usually gets to
NY for a baseball game so this was my twin's turn.
I started Mary Poppins, She Wrote : The Life of P.L. Travers on the ride
back. We listened to Tim Keller sermons both ways. I feel full.
Good food, good time, and good words. ND Wilson says in his book,
Death by Living that life needs to be spent. It was today.
A great thought for writers from P.L. Travers:
"During most of her childhood, Lyndon ( the L. in her name) was absorbed
by the experience of being a bird, brooding, busy, purposeful. She sat for hours , her arms clasped tightly around her body. 'She can't come in, she's laying, ' her family
and friends would say. ......The vision of herself as a mother hen suited Lyndon's
theory that to write, one must brood......When interviewers spoke to her of inspiration,
she often said, ' I hate the word creative. Brooders. That's the word. I would say
there are brooders in life. That's why I've always had this attachment to hens and
nests , not because of the egg, but the quiet brooding, pondering," In the kitchen
of her last home in London, the dresser was covered with pottery hens. "
This made me think upon my blogger friend , The Book of Common Life.
She has Milk , one of her hens , on this post.
My Christmas tree is still up and my blog headliner.
I will start with changing the headliner.
Tree tomorrow. It was so cozy on the cold days to be in front of the fire
and the tree twinkling. I will miss it.