Snoodles, The Greater Trumps, Wodehouse, and the weirdest version of Saint Patrick's story ever...

well, I'm just a little over-entertained if such a thing were possible... hmmm, let's start with the general outline... we got up, I struggled to sleep in - to no avail. Then we had breakfast and opened gifts, and everyone was very happy with their gifts... although, I think my sister would be happier if I got off the computer right now. :\ anyway, then we watched the two Veggie Tales movies and I could have watched the Gilmore Girls pilot with my sister (she got the first two seasons on dvd), but I opted for reading The Greater Trumps by Charles Williams. Halfway through that my sister and mom called me to watch Jeeves and Wooster since the dvd player was overheating. So we watched two of those. *grins* much happiness. And then I finished up The Greater Trumps while Grace and Mom watched Oklahoma (with Hugh Jackman). So this is what I did today... and that really doesn't describe where I am... so just forget all of that and this is the actual post...

and the little girl dances again... through thought, image, reality, occult and revealed, glorious mystery and everlasting wonder... I have forgotten myself again, but in a way that is more a becoming than a violation. and I don't know if this would make sense to anyone else. If I am mad or heretic or merely fantastic. But I must WRITE even if it is nonsense, even if I am no more than babbling... Joy and awe - and the crazy realization that what was most dispicable was also most pitiable, the merest shadows of what is. Also that I was called to rejoice, to adore, that I could do both and yet could not either and yet could again. *laughs* And I cannot share it! This Terrible Goodness will not be shared! And I hoped... oh, I hoped that I could. *whispers* I hope that I can. Good God. I love Him.