MARY:

O shut your bright eyes that mine must endanger
With their watchfulness; protected by its shade
Escape from my care: what can you discover
From my tender look but how to be afraid?
Love can but confirm the more it would deny.
Close your bright eye.

Sleep. What have you learned from the womb that bore you
But an anxiety your Father cannot feel?
Sleep. What will the flesh that I gave do for you,
Or my mother love, but tempt you from His will?
Why was I chosen to teach His Son to weep?
Little One, sleep.

Dream. In human dreams earth ascends to Heaven
Where no one need pray nor ever feel alone.
In your first few hours of life here, O have you
Chosen already what death must be your own?
How soon will you start on the Sorrowful Way?
Dream while you may.

(from Auden’s For the Time Being)


Late Christmas lunch at Arpeggio!


Success! Mom’s gift is finished (see here and here for previous stages in the process).

I’m pretty happy with how they turned out.


THE THREE WISE MEN:

At least we know for certain that we are three old sinners,
That this journey is much too long, that we want our dinners,
And miss our wives, our books, our dogs,
But have only the vaguest idea why we are what we are.
To discover how to be human now
Is the reason we follow this star.

(from Auden’s For the Time Being)


CHORUS:

Blessed Woman,
Excellent Man,
Redeem for the dull the
Average Way,
That common ungifted
Natures may
Believe that their normal
Vision can
Walk to perfection.

(from Auden’s For the Time Being)


Currently reading: God in the Dock by C. S. Lewis 📚


Anyone else remember Cybiko? It ranks as my all-time most disappointing Christmas gift. I begged my parents to get me one. Reflecting on it now, I realize what I really wanted was the add-on, while-supplies-last, mp3 player that came with it. (Mine did not come with said mp3 player.) My Cybiko ended up in a desk drawer almost immediately, collecting dust. Oh well.


Bricks on a school building angled to the sky.

Now that the books have all migrated home, I’m trying to be creative with our limited space.

Books lined above the microwave in the kitchen.

Merry Christmas from Laz 1