In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?

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Yesterday in the Garret

Afternoon tea is a regular event at our house -- real English tea you understand, consisting not exclusively of beverage.  And so I pour myself a steaming cupful before I climb the stairs.  The rain is pattering this afternoon, lending especial pleasure to indoor activities. Today we've been enjoying classical radio, and made sure to find time for The Fellowship of the Ring -- two delicious chapters: A short cut to mushrooms, and A conspiracy unmasked.  Oh, I love them!  I probably say that every other chapter is my favorite, and truly each character has become an old friend.

hot black tea with honey

But now I make my way to a door in the back of my bedroom.  Opening it reveals a flight of board steps worn grey over the years, and weights on ropes.  I switch on some lights, and as I pull the weights down to the floor, I see the light through the opening door above me.  I climb these steps too, writing materials and tea in hand.




A real attic is a delightful thing to have, and a thing I had never experienced before we moved to this house.  Especially to those who have for many years had The Magician's Nephew and Little Women as companions and inspiration, an attic provides much more than the sum of its parts.  A hideout of any sort you please; dim and still and old.  Many delightful adventures and beloved stories have begun in places like this.  With rain pattering now on the sloping roof above me, the cars sweeping by on the wet pavement might be any poetic sound my imagination suggests.  Enchanting birdsong comes faintly through the vent and the sweet smell of beeswax wafts from the candle by which I write.



Here, where I have set up a writing desk, hung curtains on strings, and strung lights from rafters, I sit, think, write.  It is a timeless place somehow.  With little electric light or modern conveniences, thoughts can travel far -- to distant lands, over many years past.  This could be anywhere -- Great-uncle Merry's attic, Professor Kirke's house, or Narnia itself.

doodles as I write


But most often, I'm Jo,"writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul," for although I haven't a novel to work on at present, I do occasionally find the urge and inspiration to write on and on, never sure of what the finished product will be--if it ever does finish-- nor what goes on about me.  Not always the best thing to do, but it is rather freeing never to look the clock.


And so I am ever-so-thrilled to have a garret just like Jo! 


7 comments:

Kat said...

Delicious! I hope some time to have some unhurried time to come up there and sit with you, listening to the rain. <3

Fred & Leon said...

Beauty. From what you've written in my letters, and what I just read here on your blog, I feel like that dear little attic is my own cozy hide-away... one for the two of us to share. ;) Such a happy thought, don't ya think? :) Love and miss you TONS and tons, dear sister!

Emily

Ana said...

Oh my goodness Olivia! Really, what a beautiful place! (I'm actually very jealous of such a place, to think, read, write and listen. Yet I'm happy you can have such a treasure!) Someday I would love such a place!

Julian said...

blessed! I havent had an attic since I was 7 living in Minnesota. How blessed you are! I also love little Women, its one of my very favorite books and movies. Enjoy your time up there:)
christina

Olivia said...

Thank you for your lovely words! I am indeed very blessed. I look forward to spending time up there with you, Katie and Emily!

Fred & Leon said...

Later this Summer, hopefully!! :)

~Emily

Deanna Rabe - Creekside Cottage Blog said...

What a wonderful place - yes, a garret to linger in and think, and write...

Lovely!