Risking Some Comparisons
Dear Readers,
Well, I am still waiting for that annoying alarm clock tone to wake me up from this fantastic dream I’ve been living in for the past few months. Never would I have guessed that I would be here, living in C. S. Lewis’ house, walking through his Narnian forest of Shotover, reading first editions of his books, and meeting some of his scholars and even those who actually knew him and called him friend!
Even if it wasn’t too great a task already, it has become a simply hopeless one to pay God back for all the blessings He keeps heaping upon me. I find myself usually speechless, overwhelmed, and at a complete loss for how to respond adequately on days such as these.
I’ve started an attempt at jogging through Shotover in the mornings to counter my intake of all these wonderful English creams, cheeses, and pies. This morning I woke up early, groggily put on my running shoes, half-heartedly attempted to touch my toes, and then stepped outside The Kiln’s Tradesman entrance to a glorious sunshiny day full of birdsong.
As I made my way up the path through the C. S. Lewis Nature Reserve, I noted how different the forest looks each time I go through it, even at the same times of the day. There really is something magical about these woods. The sunlight filters differently through the leaves each day just like snowflakes are never quite the same as any other snowflake. There are two tall trees that stand guard on either side of the path just before you come to the top of the reserve and the kissing gate. I call them the Gatekeepers. Every time I walk between them, I feel a little thrill of excitement inside and wonder what treasures await me today.
Tags: C.S. Lewis, C.S. Lewis Society, C.S. Lewis Study Centre, Mary Pearce, The Kilns, Walter Hooper




