This week I am just feeling the need for some margin and space for my soul. So my post here today is light. This is a passage from the book Emily of New Moon by LM Montgomery. She wrote Anne of Green Gables, but the Emily trilogy is my favorite of her works. I hope you enjoy.
"the evening was bathed in a wonderful silence- and there was a sudden rift in the curdled clouds westward, and a lovely, pale, pinky-green lake of sky with a new moon in it."
"She must not forget how the tips of the trees on the hill came out like fine, black lace across the edge of the pinky-green sky.
and then, for one glorious, supreme moment, came 'the flash'.
Emily called it that, although she felt the name didn't exactly describe it. It couldn't be described- not even to father, who always seemed a little puzzled by it. Emily never spoke of it to anyone. It always seemed to Emily , ever since she could remember, that she was very, very near to a world of wonderful beauty. Between it and herself hung only a thin curtain; she could never draw the curtain aside- but sometime, just for a moment, a wind fluttered it, and then it was as if she caught a glimpse- and heard a note of unearthly music.
This moment came rarely - went swiftly, leaving her breathless with the inexpressible delight of it. She could never recall it- never summon it- never pretend it; but the wonder of it stayed with her for days."
-Emily of New Moon, L.M. Montgomery-