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Excerpted Inspirations #203

  • Writer: Linda Odhner, with photos by Liz Kufs
    Linda Odhner, with photos by Liz Kufs
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Some hours later Sebastian sat in one of the cushioned window-seats in the drawing-room at Damerosehay, looking out at the moonlit garden and marveling at its amazing beauty. He had put out the lights in the room and was aware of it behind him as a shadowed place with which he seemed to have no more concern. It was the garden that held him fascinated. The moonlight was so bright that he could see each tree, each clump of flowers, more distinctly than he could see them in the day, when the misty autumn heat had merged colour and form into a blur of loveliness that he had found confusing. But there was no confusion here. Mystery, far deeper than by day, but no confusion. That moonlit country out there had meaning. Each tree, each gleaming white chrysanthemum, had its own meaning and was yielding it to him. He did not know what the meaning was, any more than he understood the meaning of himself, but he possessed it as an integral part of his own being. A sentence of farewell that he had read once occurred to him. “Until we meet in the meaning of the world.” Only he dropped the preposition because the words did not carry him to some distant future, but described the joy of his present state. He did not understand yet because he looked into the meaning only from the threshold. Though he had no further concern with the shadowed world, he was not quite free of it. But the meaning was there, and he was part of it and possessed it. Elizabeth Goudge, The Heart of the Family (1953), p. 286

 
 
 
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