Monday, October 28, 2013


"The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back."
C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces

A common theme in C.S. Lewis's writing is "the longing," the piercing ache that we experience when we see something so beautiful that it seems to come from another world. It is a longing for a home that we have not yet seen, but that we were made for.

Beauty is inspiring in the same way that it is painful. It makes us think of things that we can only imagine.

Also, it makes us realize our need for something greater than this world.
These are some pictures I took on a hike along a river in the mountains. It was beautiful. It was inspiring.
It felt like home.