This old style print periodical is a a perfect mesh of beauty and practicality with some absolutely delicious prose placed within every quarterly publication.
My favourite quote on the inside cover of the latest edition:
"I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do."
I like resignation. There is a kind of peace that comes with it. The best definition I could find was: "an accepting; unresisting attitude, state, etc.; submission. i.e. to meet one's fate with resignation".
I appreciate that there are times not to resign. But I think, today, we underestimate the value of this state of being.
This Christmas I tried to practice a little resignation. This Christmas I have enjoyed starting and ending my day in PJs and, most days, accepted that I still didn't know what dinner would be at 4:45pm.
Instead of listing my new year's resolutions I have adopted an "unresisting attitude" to whatever the new year brings. Submission is probably the hardest thing we, as modern humans, try to do. I'm gonna give it a shot.
This picture below of Ysabeau is the most "resigned"-like picture of her I think I will ever get.
But on Christmas morning, Ethan read this little letter from Santa addressed to him and his siblings In an age of materialism and, might I even suggest, an unreasonable rationalism, this moment of playfulness stands out and enchants. I see that Ethan (at 10 years old) wants to acknowledge the secret and join the adults, but instead he delves deeper into the play and continues to choose wonder over the material "truth".
In years to come, instead of 'discovering the lie', I think he will simply become the storyteller and join the cast in different way.
I took Ysabeau to see Mozart's The Magic Flute and she was enchanted by the bird-man character Papageno. I think she knows he isn't real but her delight is in watching him play out a "wonder"-ful part.
We need some soul-play as humans. The deep-feeling storytelling that we do in the very depths of us.
A baby, a poor peasant girl, a labourer. This family trio deliver a great gift to humanity in a very simple and humble way.
Their little story reminds me of my favourite line from Gandalf in LOTR. "I found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love."