There is such a thing as a tesseract
RIP, Madeleine L'Engle
There are quite a few authors whose works I love and treasure, but none moreso than hers. Meg, Charles Wallace and Calvin in particular have been with me for a very long time, joined later by the Austins, Poly, Adam, Canon Tallis, et.al., and I visit with them often. They are by far the most-read books that I own, and I never ever tire of them. I've been writing fanfiction for this 'verse in my head since I was 11, though I've never written any of it down. In my dreams I was Meg and Charles, riding on a unicorn, traveling to distant worlds, and lying out on the star-watching rock conversing with a singular cherubim; I was Poly and Vicky, riding dolphins and icebergs, having adventures in NYC and traveling in time. It was a special world I could slip into, perhaps shared by many, yet always my own, its only limits the boundaries of my imagination.
These stories may have been marketed for children, but they've resonated with me for most of my life, well into my adult years, and will continue to live on in me and, I hope, many future generations to come. And it all began on 'a dark and stormy night'.
I was very restless last night, so I went down to the beach - very late last night, or early this morning, depending how you look at it. I don't have a Star Watching Rock, so I go to the beach when I need to 'listen', and despite the lights from the streets and boardwalk, I can still trickle sand through my fingers and look up at the stars, and in a far off corner of my daydreaming mind, I'm on Gaea or down at Grandfather's Cove. Orion had risen, along with the trailing Sirius. The stars were twinkling madly; Sirius, which is usually a blue-ish white was pulsing with a reddish glow to rival nearby Betelgeuse, and the phrase "A red giant sitting on a horizontal branch" flitted into my mind. (It's from "A Ring of Endless Light".) I didn't know it at the time, but the stars were singing for her.
There are quite a few authors whose works I love and treasure, but none moreso than hers. Meg, Charles Wallace and Calvin in particular have been with me for a very long time, joined later by the Austins, Poly, Adam, Canon Tallis, et.al., and I visit with them often. They are by far the most-read books that I own, and I never ever tire of them. I've been writing fanfiction for this 'verse in my head since I was 11, though I've never written any of it down. In my dreams I was Meg and Charles, riding on a unicorn, traveling to distant worlds, and lying out on the star-watching rock conversing with a singular cherubim; I was Poly and Vicky, riding dolphins and icebergs, having adventures in NYC and traveling in time. It was a special world I could slip into, perhaps shared by many, yet always my own, its only limits the boundaries of my imagination.
These stories may have been marketed for children, but they've resonated with me for most of my life, well into my adult years, and will continue to live on in me and, I hope, many future generations to come. And it all began on 'a dark and stormy night'.
I was very restless last night, so I went down to the beach - very late last night, or early this morning, depending how you look at it. I don't have a Star Watching Rock, so I go to the beach when I need to 'listen', and despite the lights from the streets and boardwalk, I can still trickle sand through my fingers and look up at the stars, and in a far off corner of my daydreaming mind, I'm on Gaea or down at Grandfather's Cove. Orion had risen, along with the trailing Sirius. The stars were twinkling madly; Sirius, which is usually a blue-ish white was pulsing with a reddish glow to rival nearby Betelgeuse, and the phrase "A red giant sitting on a horizontal branch" flitted into my mind. (It's from "A Ring of Endless Light".) I didn't know it at the time, but the stars were singing for her.