My crush on Madeleine L’Engle continues to grow. I am so in love with this book that I forced myself to slow down as I drew closer to the end, so I could soak it in. Not that this will be the end – it’s been added to the pile of books I expect to read over and over and over again, along with the rest of her non-fiction.
I never would have read one of her books unless a friend had loaned me hers after a late night conversation about life and love and art and career and how we’re supposed to make sense of it all, and now Madeleine L’Engle has probably replaced C.S. Lewis as the person whose books bring me the most nourishment and delight. SHE IS MY NEW FAVORITE, and two years ago I’d not even realized she wrote anything other than a few strange children’s books! THIS is why I’m constantly attempting to read new authors and new genres, why I don’t want to fall into a literary rut – there are so many beautiful voices out there, and I want to hear them!
If we allow our”high creativity” to remain alive, we will never be bored. We can pray, standing in line at the super market. Or we can be lost in awe at all the people around us, their lives full of glory and tragedy, and suddenly we will have the beginnings of a painting, a story, a song.