The ultimate adventures story is about the journey home.
“Western wind, when wilt thou blow
That the small rain down can rain
Christ, that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!”
I memorized this in college, recited it in many places when away in the army. Home is truly more beautiful when you have been gone.
Getting back to that humility and gratitude as you quote GKC here, that is bedrock, that’s where everything begins and ends.
“Western wind, when wilt thou blow
That the small rain down can rain
Christ, that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!”
I memorized this in college, recited it in many places when away in the army. Home is truly more beautiful when you have been gone.
Getting back to that humility and gratitude as you quote GKC here, that is bedrock, that’s where everything begins and ends.