Sunday, November 07, 2004

The door faces the world

...and when I close it, this place, Narnia-like, is bigger on the inside than out.
I have always been captivated by the notion that some things are both larger than they appear and larger than imagination. So the magic of a water droplet over eons, reduces a rock to a beach. Prayer, without wires or keyboards, can warm a heart across the miles. And someone typing random heartthoughts into cyberspace might contribute to change in the world.

8 comments:

bobbie said...

welcome to the blogosphere constance! :)

you and your family are in my prayers today!

(if you click on my name it will take you to my blog!)

i SO enjoyed getting to know you this week, and look forward to deepening this relationship in the years to come! love you!

steph said...

Welcome Connie to another piece of our connecting worlds!

So good to meet you and I am praying for you as you rest but also as you journey home and allow yourself to be in this wonderful place of beauty that is within you.

anj said...

hey Connie, great beginning. Looking forward to reading and seeing more. Found your name on Lisa's sidebar and wondered if it could be true. Here's to life to Dawsonwood. Beautiful! Welcome.

lynne said...
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lynne said...

Hi Connie,
Great to find you here. Looking forward to what you have in store on your new blog...

neritia said...

Connie! How great to see your name on Lisa's sidebar...can't wait to read your words...I am sure that it will be filled with beauty...and the Artist!

Deb said...

Hi Connie!! I was SO excited when I saw you on Lisa's page. I can't wait to read the words that will fill this page. Maybe you can share some of your art with us as well?? I still have the picture from your vision statement in my mind. It was beautiful, just like you.

LB said...

As one who has valued the words of Connie in the past I am delighted that there is now a way to engage her wit and wisdom in an ongoing manner. Who knows, this opportunity may fill a journalistic void in my own emotion and creative life as well.