Where All the Beauty Came From….

The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country … the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.   –  C. S. Lewis

Gil Bailie has recently been reflecting on this from the perspective of the reciprocal gaze between a mother and her newborn child, especially the mother’s loving smile:

One of our long time friends sent us another example of the God of Nature not being confounded by man’s blindness to “the place where all the beauty came from”…

Our friend took this photo of a snowy Nativity from the balcony of a Lake Tahoe condo.

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