Linda Hoye's Blog, page 67

Inconsolable Longing. Joy.

Joy is distinct not only from pleasure in general but even from aesthetic pleasure. It must have the stab, the pang the inconsolable longing. C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy For days I chew on the concept of joy and, as often happens when something tumbles around in my mind, I see it everywhere. Not that

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Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jig

We arrive home in the wee hours, exhausted. In whichever time zone I consider the hour it’s far, far too late for this old body to still be upright. Technically, it’s the day after we began our journey home. We stumble around suitcases and fall exhausted into bed. Unpacking will come tomorrow—or later today, depending

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Top Ten 2019 Reads

’Tis the season for reading lists! I always enjoy seeing the books others have read over the past twelve months and finding new ones to add to my own TBR (to be read) list. This year, I kept my reading list in a notebook and when I logged a book, I added a few words.

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Inching Toward the Finish Line

I’m sitting in the den having conversation with the Divine when I hear my neighbour’s truck rumble to life. I glance at the clock; it’s still early. Too early for many. He is returning to work after the holiday and I’m tending to the first business of the day under my blanket in the silence

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Boxing Day

Today is one of my favourite days of the year: Boxing Day. Even when we lived in the US where it isn’t observed, I took the day off work and spent a quiet day at home. Boxing Day is an exhalation. The pressure to manifest something festive is released. We can stay in our pajamas all

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At the Library

I’m working to a deadline at the library with paperwork spread out on a table next to the window facing Victoria Street. My laptop is open, as is my tablet, because sometimes two screens are are more effective than one. I’ve chosen my spot poorly today, because the library drop-in tech support fellow has set

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Still Waiting

One week from today, in seven short days, we’ll wake on Christmas morning and the waiting will be over. Nope. We’ll continue to wait because that’s how we’re built. There remains on the distant horizon a treasure of something we anticipate touching one day. Waiting is part of life. We might as well get comfortable

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December Days

The sun shone a few days ago. It was noteworthy because it’s been gray so we packed up our cameras, grabbed some coffee, and went for a drive. It was glorious. We talked, looked, and didn’t click the shutters on our cameras once. No matter. The sunlight did what it does so well. It revived

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The Middle Place

I feel myself to be in a middle place, a place of waiting. It’s uncomfortable, like there’s the tiniest pebble in the bottom of my shoe and I can’t quite shake it out. There is both restlessness and stirring. We are, of course, in the season of advent in which we wait and prepare our

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Looking Hard

In the middle of the week in the middle of the afternoon I curl up under a blanket, turn on the TV, and watch a Hallmark movie. Once I longed to have time and opportunity to do such a thing. Then, when my time was my own, I made myself too busy to consider it.

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