Sweet Sunday Morning

Today has the feeling of one of those delightful weekend mornings.  I made half-caf coffee, put on the Fleet Foxes and my plaid shirt.  It's already a wonderful day.  With Meadowlarks playing in the background I read coffeebeings incredible post about Haddon Hall.  This amazing place seems to sum up everything I love about medieval history and culture.  What a wonderful glimpse into the past.  I got very excited and started reading through the owners ancestry file.  I love all those historical names! Johanna and Benedicta, so powerful and dignified, no Kelsey's or Jojo's here!

I love medieval.  Not so much that I dress up and own it in my everyday life, but I grew up a stones throw away from a major medieval city.  Back in the day it was an important place, nowadays it is a small place that holds a large yet intricate, beautiful Cathedral.  In England, if a location has a Cathedral, the presence of the Cathedral is what gives it the term "city".  No Cathedral, no city status.  No matter how small or large the population or landmass maybe.

Medieval is strangely familiar, though you'd not think it to look at me.  At high-school I studied William Golding's novel 'The Spire'.  He is most famously known for the novel 'Lord of the Flies' twice adapted to film. The Spire was a complex novel, technically about the construction of Salisbury Cathedral, but is a following of the main characters internal decent into eventual madness and loss of faith.  Very dark and somewhat surreal.  For some reason I found the book accessible (perhaps imagining myself inside my own nearby cathedral as I tried to piece the streams of conscious thought and real happenings together), although a difficult book to read and write about, I managed to push out midnight essay after essay for my sweet bow-tie clad literature teacher, who was kind to me in a class where once again I was the only female. 

I have often thought about reading 'Pincher Martin', another novel of Golding's.  In essence it  is a survivalist tale of a man lost to the sea and barren island he finds himself upon. Golding does capture the torment of the mind and soul so well in his writing that I'm afraid I'd best leave this to reading with others and class discussions or I might be overwhelmed by it's dark truth.

Well, my sweet Sunday morning is passing me by, I need to go and read, pray and worship.
 




 



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  1. Mmm... I've never heard of The Spire but you've piqued my interest!! :)

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