I am a shutterbug this morning… Here are some new photos of the Repentant Prince rosary.
These shots feature my steel-rimmed, emerald green reading glasses… I need them to craft my rosaries; I can no longer lean in really close without things going blurry.
I have been thinking that Professor Snape has become an addition to my personal vocabulary, embodying an abstract idea, much like words such as “beauty” or “metaphor” or “eternity.” I look at an image of him and he “means” something; he has become part of my language. He expresses something that I find hard to put into words. He is a representation of metanoia, conversion, in particular, my own, indissolubly connected to a time in my life when I realized that “the twilight I longed for has become a horror to me.” He means a combination of “hope,” “sorrow,” “faith,” “love,” “pain,” “peace,” “deliverance,” “steadfastness,” “joy” -he is “the word that cannot be uttered.” He is the inspiration behind my poetic profession: how the total, absolute Presence of the Lord in my life is my magnificent obsession, that which overrides everything. My faith encompasses me, it fills the space around me like flowing robes; my love for God guides me and preserves me and seals my whole being like rows of buttons.
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor