I start Madeleine L'Engle's "the Irrational Season" this morning, book 2 of Mamma D's Christmas gifting. As the sun groggily staggers above the horizon, I once again whirl and revel, agree and question L'Engle's luscious prose.
This sentence sparks a pyrotechnic WAHOOO! that blows me off the sofa!
I saw creation bursting the bounds of daily restriction, and stretching out from dimension to dimension, beyond any human comprehension.
Bursting the bounds of daily restriction... I recognize in that my Wild Joy. THAT is the way I want to live!