Live Like a Narnian

My blog has been the victim of "the perfect is the enemy of the good" and having seen what that kind of purism does over the last three months, I've decided I really must get beyond that.

My balm for despair is and has always been, since I was a bullied pubescent, to "Live Like a Narnian".   To acknowledge, like Puddleglum



Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all of those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is t...