Cuppa Piffle: A Wee Note From the Author

 

It's been a long time since I last wrote anything on my little corner of the internet. I suppose I felt as if I had nothing important to chat about or that nothing exciting or out of the ordinary has happened. On the contrary, I have since hopped on a plane and crossed the great span of the United States to Massachusetts, taking on that great adventure called college. The urge to write continually haunts me and yet I have restrained from putting the virtual pen to paper. Why you may ask? I suppose I was waiting for some sort of epiphany, a spark of light that spurs my melancholy heart into a flurry and my hand speeding across the page. I feel things deeply and my lack of immediate connection towards my chosen degree has left me feeling a bit lost and focusless. However, after weeks of endless worry, my brain engaged in the endless scrolling of "could be's" and "what ifs" I think I am beginning to find the solution or part of one. I found what I missed, what deep in my soul stirs and sparks my imagination, I have remembered what it is to love. 

Bronwyn, you say, you are talking piffle once again... That, Dear Reader, cannot be helped for apart from being my favorite word, it is the means by which my hearts speaks, completely and utterly at random. I want this space to be a cozy corner, a nook where we might curl up in warm wool blankets, with hot cups of tea in our favorite chipped mugs, and talk about books and beautiful things until the night draws close around us. A small, wee place where creativity and the imagination might soar and where I might remind myself of what is beautiful and pure, simple and blessed, and learn to practice to the art of gratefulness even in the midst of confusion and hardship. So journey with me Dear Reader, I hope you will be happy here. 

Love,

The Author 

“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”

― C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity