I have no home

Kind readers,

I have finished another rosary for you. This one features a beautiful center with an image of the Annunciation; on the reverse is an image of the Coronation. I used very pale blue crystal glass beads, and golden rosebuds.

Although I am Orthodox, the rosary is one of my favorite devotions… I find it so beautiful, and so healing. I embrace all of Christendom, you might say; I have always defied categorization.

I love the film “Ed Wood” by Tim Burton. I am very much familiar with the eccentric world in which the film’s characters reside… At one point, Martin Landau, who is playing Bela Lugosi, is reciting lines from the movie “Bride of the Monster,” lines that resonate quite strongly with me… An actor sitting opposite him says, “I have come to bring you home.” After a heavy silence, Lugosi replies, his voice laced with sorrow, “…Home? I have no home.”

A pilgrim upon this earth, am I. And I seek all those who, like me, have no home.

My only home is Christ.

Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor

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4 thoughts on “I have no home

  1. I love this rosary. It’s perfect!

    The package that you sent to me arrived today. Thank you for all of the wonderful goodies that you sent. I have just started reading A Light Burden this evening.

    Did my package arrive yet? Let me know if it has.

    • Thank you so much 🙂

      I am so happy to hear that my little parcel has reached you. Yours has not yet arrived, but it should not be much longer!

      I hope with all my heart that the book will, uh… Not be a complete waste of your time *laughs*

      I may be my own worst critic 😉

  2. Prof.,

    I listened to a book review of your work, “Bring forth the Best Robes’ on Ancient Faith radio. Among other things, it led me here.

    I must say that while perhaps I do not relate entirely to the experience of yours, I have indeed read all seven books of Rowling’s and am astonished at the depth that is in them despite there seeming less depth to her, or in appearance at least.

    This is a long and complex way to say that I am overjoyed to see a study of Snape, who as best I remember was my favorite character, and who I kept rooting for all along, even when he seemed to the others to be a villain.

    Anyway, cheers to you: I’m more of a prayer-roper myself, but please keep writing. I’m reminded of Yeats:

    Aedh Tells of the Rose of his Heart

    ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
    The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
    The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
    Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

    The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
    I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
    With the earth and the sky and the water, remade, like a casket of gold
    For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

    Yeats himself says (more generally):

    ‘… Aedh is the myrrh and frankincense the imagination offers continually before all that it loves.’

    • My dearest RiverC,

      I am very humbled by your kind words… God bless you. Thank you also for sharing Yeats’ most inspiring and consoling verses! My own heart ached as I read them.

      Oh, goodness, I really did not think that my scribblings were worthy of, uh… Do forgive me; my brain is still attempting to process the fact that a book of mine was reviewed on Ancient Faith Radio! I mean, I knew that Jane would do so, but I also really did not think that it was, well, that my scribblings…

      *babbling*

      I have got prayer ropes scattered about, within easy reach, but I so love the rosary… Reciting it and making rosaries is one of the ways I am healing certain life wounds.

      I shall quote Federico García Lorca:

      I’ll make my way.
      Until the universe can fit inside my heart.

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