Literary Wardrobe: The Magician’s Nephew

“A voice had begun to sing. It was very far away and Digory found it hard to decide from what direction it was coming. Sometimes it seemed to come from all directions at once. Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. It was hardly a tune. But it was beyond comparison, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.”

A world sung into being. A world of beautiful plants and creatures. Narnia is one of my most beloved series, I will not say “childhood series” because I continue to love the books and see the wisdom and insight as an adult. I remember being utterly entranced as I first read The Magicians Nephew, imagining a whole world forming before my eyes. Some day, maybe I will come to know the truth of how our world was created, but for now I like to think of it as how Aslan created Narnia. Through song, through love, through beauty.

“Far overhead from beyond the veil of blue sky which hid them the stars sang again; a pure, cold, difficult music. Then there came a swift flash like fire (but it burnt nobody) either from the sky or from the Lion itself, and every drop of blood tingled in the children’s bodies, and the deepest, wildest voice they had ever heard was saying: “Narnia, Narnia, Narnia, awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters.”  

Samantha Pleet Illuminated Half-Moon skirt can be found here

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