“In the darkness something was happening at last.

A voice had begun to sing… 

There were no words. There was hardly even a tune. But it was, beyond

comparison, the most beautiful noise he had ever heard. It was so

beautiful he could hardly bear it.”

from The Magician’s Nephew by C.S. Lewis

Two weeks ago I was asked to spend some time “reflecting on my life’s journey”.  I was given some ideas of how to structure this, but the impression that I kept coming back to was the description of the creation of Narnia as told by Lewis in The Magician’s Nephew.  

Aslan sings and calls the animals from the ground, and breathing on them, he gives them voices and intelligence of their own. His tune calls the flowers from the ground and the chorus of the stars joins in his song.

Read the rest of this entry →