These are the Shadowlands: Rehearsal for reality

With apologies to C S Lewis.

I used to listen to the lyrics of this song as a teenager. I suppose he was trying to paraphrase the great man:

These are the shadowlands,
Rehearsal for reality,
These are the shadowlands,
If you and I could only see,
That these are the shadowlands.

I've made several abortive attempts to read one or two of C S Lewis' books. I think that I may be a bit too stupid (may be I'll have another go one day).

I probably ought to be shot for trying to paraphrase such a fine purveyor of the English language (According to Wikipedia he was a fellow of Magdalen College, Oxford and then the Professor of Medieval and Rennaisance English at Magadalen College, Cambridge). But what I take from that is that occasionally despite all the terrible, desperate, evil, soul destroying things that go on in this world; we may occasionally get a glimpse of a wonderful heavenly thing. Here on earth.

That's how I felt as I watched the sun glinting in the freshly fallen snow and dropped snowballs onto the frozen river with Horatio, as we walked over the snowy bridge from Boston to Cambridge, MA.

I'm not even sure that the feeling even relates (necessarily, always) to beauty, either......I've had it whilst walking to my car after an eight hour shift in a warehouse in a grimy, horrible, stupid industrial estate......

I'm going to the pub tonight, and my first toast will be to C S Lewis.....