I’ve started reading Twelve Impossible Things Before Breakfast by Jane Yolen. It got me thinking about six impossible things that I believe everyday before my first meal.
1. Is it that early/late? Yeah, it is.
In the summer, I consider before noon a good attempt at getting up early. During the school year, I mumble about the darkness that is still shrouding my campus.
The point of this is that I can do pretty much whatever I want. I don’t have to wake up to milk the cows and kill some snakes over some potatoes. I can decide on a career (even a career writer, which means I never have to be a grown-up). I don’t have to worry about bombs falling on my head. I can just be.
2. Dreams are amazing.
I don’t have them often, and many times they are terrifying but I am amazed at how the mind works in such an odd way. Several times I have had some interesting ideas or problems worked out after sleeping for a bit.
3. I can see sunlight.
Light can be quite beautiful. I completely understand why Edward Hopper (Nighthawks) spent his entire life trying to capture light on canvas.
I have a seven or eight foot tall bookshelf in my room. I have classics, fantasy, Christian apologetics, non-fiction, Shakespeare, Austen, Chaucer, picture books, and of course Tolkien. God bless Gutenberg. As a woman, being able to read when many times in history and today I am considered a lower being? I am intensely grateful that I have been blessed with the ability to read and learn anything I desire. I can believe anything. I can question anything.
All that knowledge… love, war, hate, peace, kindness, cruelty, science, math, faith, literature, history, dragons, good men, bad men, miracles… All that knowledge belonging to one lowly, broke college student. All those books that even a king could not afford six hundred years ago.
5. The internet. Not only that, but my own computer. And my TV. And my phone. And satellite tv. And…
Seriously, I have more technology in my non-internet connected phone then the entire Apollo 11 mission. I have all the knowledge of the ages at my fingertips with my laptop. I don’t have to wait months to get my thoughts out if someone is willing to publish me. I can just type something up here on WordPress and voila, I am published.
6. Comfy chairs.
This is probably my silliest thing. I am not grateful nearly enough for this. I really like sitting comfortably. With the advancements in furniture, I can sit more comfortably then royalty most of the time. Peasants were lucky to have one chair in their hut and maybe a stool or two. By Tolkien, I like my Lazy-Boy.
Why these six impossible things? Because I complain too much. I have mentioned six things that I do not thank God enough for. I just wanted to say to the world-wide-web, “I am grateful to be alive when I am.” Thanks be to God, amen.
Until Our Next Meeting,
The Lost Writer of Rohan
P. S. Love. Love is the most beautiful impossible thing and I still can’t get my mind around it.