We leave for Mussoorie in a few minutes. The house is clean. We are all packed. A last shower and then down to the taxi - over to Borivali - onto the Rajdhani Express and then at 11 AM tomorrow we are going to be smothered in love from Ashish and Anjali, Stefan and Neeru - and Joanna, Victor and Sarah.
Late tomorrow night we take the night train to Dehra Dun - and should be up at Shanti Kunj, looking down from its blessed coolness on the wide sun-lit valley of Dun by about 8 AM on Sunday.
Here are some of the books that I am hoping to read on the "way up":
1. Living the Resurrection - Eugene Peterson
2. Gilead - Marilynne Robinson
3. North or be Eaten - Andrew Peterson
4. To Sir, with Love - E.R. Braithwaite
5. The Runaway - Patricia St.John
And there are more to come - a huge library awaits up in Mussoorie. What books will be devoured this summer hols?
What a delight books are - portable doors into other worlds - conversations that cross space and time.
Bliss
We are in Mussoorie. Bliss. Two books down - one in process (we are reading the "North or be Eaten" as a family). Two books to go. And two hundred other unread books that are calling out to be read here in the Shanti Kunj librar(ies).
ReplyDeleteBliss. Blessings. Bliss.
That does sound like bliss! We were singing a hymn in church last week...I don't even remember which one or what particular lyric. I was struck by the thought of how much I need song and story to carry me on the journey Home. I really can't imagine life without story. It's not just entertainment, thought it does provide that joy, can be used to teach me so much truth and beauty to live by. I pray this time to be a deep time of refreshing in this reprieve from the intensity of your work in Thane.
ReplyDeleteGood. As Ben said, that really is bliss. Happy Holidays. Special regards to Children. Blessings
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