First day

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I’ve spent the afternoon by the fire reading Meet the Austins, by Madeleine L’Engle, likely for the tenth-or-so time. I hadn’t meant to spend the afternoon reading, but my nine-year-old asked for a book recommendation, and I came back to her with this one and Harriet the Spy, and she chose Harriet the Spy, so I picked up Meet the Austins. I knew I wouldn’t be able to read just a page or two. Sometimes it’s hard to pick up a book because I know how consuming it will be.

But there is nothing to do today, on January 1st. It is one of the quietest days in our whole year. We had a fun celebration last night, a houseful of friends and their kids, music-playing and games and good food and drink, up past the midnight hour, and today is for doing absolutely nothing other than what we want to do.

For me, that’s been lying in pyjamas reading a book and sipping cups of tea.

What I love about reading, and what is so unique about the experience, is that it opens the mind in a particularly vivid way. It elevates my thinking, even while I’m doing it. I can feel my mind opening on a number of different levels as I read a story. I’m empathizing with characters, experiencing an emotional response to their situations, I’m analyzing the structure and style of the text itself, I’m aware of what’s going on around me in the real world, and I’m thinking bigger braver thoughts about my own life and intentions and work. I’m considering why I write, and what I want to write, and why I tell stories, and what stories I want to tell. I’m thinking about the writer herself, Madeleine L’Engle, whose stories I’ve been reading for probably thirty years, and about what I know of her life and career. I’m doing this almost all at once, it seems. And all of this activity enlivens me, even while I’m lying in pyjamas by the fire, at ease, comfortable, relaxed.

And then I come here to this screen, and I write about it. What a fortunate life this is.

Madeleine L’Engle wrote mainly for children and young adults. Her books are full of philosophical questions, moral conundrums, acts of anger, compassion, and forgiveness, quotations from other work (Einstein and Thomas Browne, in this book), engagement with other forms of art. They feel to me like spiritual works. Oh, to write like Madeleine L’Engle. And maybe to live like her — or like her characters, in their rambling houses full of purpose and energy and music and good food and friendship and chores and order amidst the noisy chaos. (Maybe this is what I’ve based my ideal family on, all these years, without even realizing it…)

xo, Carrie

Goodnight, and welcome
One poem, good morning

7 Comments

  1. And if Madeleine L’Engle were alive, she might well aspire to live and write like Carrie Snyder. Bravo. And happy 2015.

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    • That is a big compliment, Alison, far too generous, but I thank you for it. Happiness to you in the year ahead!

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  2. Do you know her “Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art”? There she talks about some of the spirituality which, as you say, underlies much of her work.

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    • Hi John, I have read that book, in fact. My grandma gave it to me many years ago. I was thinking about it as I read this one.

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  3. Love this. Happy new year!

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    • Thanks, Kerry! Happy new year to you too. xo

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  4. mmmm, I need to re-read some Madeleine L’Engle! I got to meet her on a high school trip and she was lovely, but I wish now I would have been older so I could meet her and ask her questions on a deeper, more mature level.

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