Sometimes I wish that I could go to Narina, or at least be little again so that it feels as if a door could open and Aslan blow cold wind at any time and I'd disappear. It was easy when I was a kid, I'd head into the woods with my siblings and a bag of snacks and stay there for hours. You'd drown out the noises of anything resembling civilization with things that sounded like magic, you'd sing like the world couldn't hear you and any two trees standing side-by-side were clearly gateways to another world. You'd lose track of time, the trees would cast shadows and the birds were your friends and you started to feel like the rich smells of the woods was what home smelled like.
“I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now...Come further up, come further in!” ― C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle
The past few weeks have been filled with thoughts of Narnia again, the first world I never wanted to leave. I sit on our sofa with a pile of kiddos around me and they say "read one more, please!" when ever my voice tires. And I do, I read and I read and I feel like I'm seven again, running on a path made by wild animals, under branches on the soft wet soil and composting leaves. With my hair unraveled and a crown of honeysuckle on my head shouting "for Narnia, and for Aslan!"
I never want it to end.
xoxo Johanna Grace