I'm re-reading
The Lion, The Witch & the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis. It's an interesting experience because I read the book for the first time so many years ago—before my spiritual journey had truly begun. And though I was exposed to my family's religious beliefs as a young child, a book on world religions also sat on my bookshelf. I remember rifling through its pages, enthralled by images of worshippers from all over the world devoted to entities with exotic names.
So for me,
The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe is a great story. Edmund is beastly, Aslan is noble, and more than anything, I still long to meet animals who speak. But I've never had a wardrobe in any of my homes so I suspect my chances are slim.
Re-reading the book, I'm impressed by its pacing, simplicity, and fun. How could I have forgotten Mrs. Beaver?
Older now, and farther down the road on my spiritual journey, I realize that for all my seeking, my core beliefs haven't changed much. I still believe there is something numinous on this planet, it's essence unalterable, a mystery to be discovered and explored. And I'm still hesitant to adopt any of the names it has been given.
That is why Melia, the main character in
Daughter of Light series, doesn't place her faith in things written. She possesses a point of view that by naming we might also be limiting.
That numinous thing on the planet.
And it would never serve to make it less than it is.
