Just a quick note to say that I have had an amazing conference at Taylor University this past week. The C.S. Lewis and Friends Colloquium is truly awesome, and I hope to come back to why I think so. My heart is full and overflowing, transformed by the generosity of spirit and intellectual curiosity I have encountered. It was not merely an academic conference but, for me anyway, a place of spiritual development.
So, for now, I am merely going to prepare for my day at the Marion E. Wade Center at Wheaton College. This is my 5th day and I have to leave on Friday. I have finished transcription corrections on The Quest of Bleheris, C.S. Lewis’ teenage chivalric tale that is still unpublished. I have immersed myself in C.S. Lewis’ early poetry and letters, and have been reading the tiny, tiny diaries of his best friend, Arthur Greeves. Where I left off yesterday, Greeves was heart-sick that Lewis was in the trenches in France. They both had a miserable Christmas, and I am reminded of the great freedom I enjoy.
To the stacks, the journals, to lives that could be forgotten but are not.