Every time I open The Magicians Nephew, I am again in rapture and awe at the Creation of Narnia as Aslan sings it to life. As each character that is told they are no longer coming back to Narnia, I cry with them and at the end, when Narnia has run its course and is no longer alive physically...I cry. Even with the hope that the end of The Last Battle brings, I still cry.
The Disney films also did the same for me and I cry at the end of each of them. I have seen them each a dozen times, I know what is going to happen, but still I cry. No other fictional place has brought me more joy or more hope. It apparently has something to do with oxytocin. I made my boys look it up so they stop asking my why I am crying. It worked. They don't ask me anymore, now they look at me with pity.
I hope you love and enjoy Narnia as much as I do. Here is a lovely sampling of art inspired by Narnia to enjoy today. Thank you for stopping by!
