Today, I tried to fall back into a rhythm - a living rhythm. I've been "off" for the last couple of weeks, but I'm am slowly getting back into some sort of routine. Then again, perhaps this is my chance to break away from routine. I don't know? There are just times that I strive for "normalcy" whatever that is or isn't.
Anyway, I went to the library, sat in the lobby, and started reading a biography about C.S. Lewis. My father gave it to me as a gift while he was here in Washington for my mother's home-going service. We recently had a conversation over the phone concerning Mr. Lewis, so, I guess that he felt it would be a good gift. He was right. Besides, good things usually happen after he gives me a book. Yes, that is the superstition that I have decided concerning my father and books. Plus, it's a chance to have something beyond surface conversation with my father. Who cares about the weather and classes when we can exchange thoughts about a great writer and theologian. Besides, no one else in the family is likely to have that conversation. Peace~
2 comments:
Beautiful and moving entry
The world would be a better place if we all have parents to guide us with all their beauty and wisdom. A good path is a conversation about a book.
Yes, I agree. I'm happy that my dad and I can communicate this way. Books will make it better! 👍😊
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