We do have our time here

I’m not even going to mention how long it’s been between posts anymore. My website actually automatically renewed recently, and there seemed to be some issue with the security certificate (so apologies if you encountered it - there is no suspicious activity here). I completely missed Mother’s Day, which I was going to post on, maybe. I read this sometime before Mother’s Day, and is it not beautiful? It did make me feel grieved, a lot, that it is unlikely that such an experience will ever be mine, and then grieved for the years I wasted on men who did not take me seriously, or did not think me worth the risk or effort, till I was longing to be able to turn the clock back twenty years and do everything so differently. But unfortunately we are, none of us, given a rewind button, and so we must make our peace with what is.

I rewatched the DVD Of Notes from the Tilt-a-Whirl by ND Wilson the other week, and this chapter can always get me out of funk. Do yourself a favour and spend three and a half minutes:

I have been reading through Neil Gaiman’s retelling of Norse Mythology lately, because I read authors who make allusions to it (eg CS Lewis, who does so often), that I don’t grasp. To be honest, I was expecting to be captivated by a whole new world, and I am not at all enthralled with it. The gods are all selfish, violent, tempestuous numbskulls, I have no reverence for any of them, and the tales of their exploits do not appeal. Whatever that great “northerness” was that so captured CS Lewis I doubt it was these giant hammer-throwing twits.