The House of Christmas

The House of Christmas
By G. K. Chesterton

There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was homeless
All men are at home.
The crazy stable close at hand,
With shaking timber and shifting sand,
Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
Than the square stones of Rome.

For men are homesick in their homes,
And strangers under the sun,
And they lay on their heads in a foreign land
Whenever the day is done.
Here we have battle and blazing eyes,
And chance and honour and high surprise,
But our homes are under miraculous skies
Where the yule tale was begun.

A Child in a foul stable,
Where the beasts feed and foam;
Only where He was homeless
Are you and I at home;
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost – how long ago!
In a place no chart nor ship can show
Under the sky’s dome.

This world is wild as an old wives’ tale,
And strange the plain things are,
The earth is enough and the air is enough
For our wonder and our war;
But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
And our peace is put in impossible things
Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
Round an incredible star.

To an open house in the evening
Home shall men come,
To an older place than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the place where God was homeless
And all men are at home.

Merry Christmas, y’all.

Coming Soon!

LnF for sharing

Cleveland, 1922: Crime-fighting Mayor Richard Leon has been missing for over a year, and under John Lackland’s administration, corruption has gone from bad to worse. Now, newlyweds Robin Locksley and Marian Fitzwalter and a band of like-minded friends have established a detective agency in the suburb of Nottingham, intent on acting when the police won’t. But when their first client, Eleanor Curtmantle, reveals that Leon has been kidnapped by bootleggers, the race is on to find and rescue him before Lackland and his goons can kill the mayor and the city in one blow.

Locksley & Fitzwalter: The Case of the Missing Mayor is now available for ebook preorders on Amazon and Smashwords and will release in both ebook and paperback on December 1 (or, for the paperbacks, as close to it as possible).

Another long-overdue update…

Good night, what a year it’s been. How is it already November?!

Health remains a rollercoaster, though less of one thanks to a more aggressive treatment plan. But it didn’t help that my house suddenly got sold out from under me this spring, and getting into my new house took about four months longer than planned. Almost all of the projects I’d intended to work on this year have been on hold or canceled as a result.

But I’m in the new house at last, settling in slowly and working on various projects for Etsy (hoping to relaunch before Thanksgiving), and my latest book is off to beta readers. More on that next week, Lord willing. Once things calm down a bit further after the holidays, the next big things on the to-do list are compiling a short story collection with Enola and (please, Lord!) finally finishing Loyal Valley: Diversion. And maybe, maybe, I’ll get back to blogging here more regularly.

So yes, still alive, just up to my ears in ~stuff~. What else is new?

Latest News from Casa Lobita

Still here. Still writing. Still sick.

There has been actual progress on the latter front this winter–the food poisoning I had in October finally pushed one piece of the puzzle far enough out of line to warrant medication, which is in fact helping. Quite how much it’s helping remains to be seen. I’m hopeful, though, and any improvement is better than none.

My hands have been too swollen lately to do much in the way of thread crochet for new Etsy merchandise, but a timely gift from Enola has put me on the trail of antique shawl patterns from the Antique Pattern Library. So far I’ve tried out two, gotten one to work, and figured out (probably) how to adapt the other for someone who doesn’t wear hoop skirts. I’m hoping to be able to make a few to sell and record YouTube tutorials for anyone else who might be interested, possibly this spring but possibly not until summer. (Patreon support can make it happen sooner, hint hint….) In the meantime, I’ve been posting progress pics on Instagram.

Work on my various Witty Word Press commitments continues more or less apace, and I have not forgotten or given up on Loyal Valley: Diversion. It would be nice to have Diversion done to launch at this year’s West Texas Heritage Days at Fort McKavett, especially since it’s the last year for that event (sadness!), but as busy as I am with everything, I can’t promise.

On Facebook, I’m participating in a page hop to celebrate Litmosphere Editing reaching one thousand likes; Emily edited GR8 Greeks and Of Myths and Men. There are lots of giveaways to be had–I’m giving away three ebook copies of Loyal Valley: Assassination on my own page, and there’s also a Rafflecopter giveaway for two grand prize packages, one of which will include an ebook of Look Behind You! You can find the full hop itinerary here; it runs today through Tuesday.

And that’s about all the news that’s fit to print. Here’s hoping for more good news to share soon, the good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise.

Oy, what a month…

First I had food poisoning without realizing it–I didn’t have “stomach bug” symptoms until after I’d been diagnosed, and the symptoms I did have were mostly the same as the symptoms I normally have. Then BCF got slammed by Hurricane Michael. Then historic flooding hit the Llano River.

All things considered, I’m fine… still sick, but neither my home nor my parents’ home was affected by the flooding here, and BCF classes continue apace online. A lot of my neighbors and students can’t say the same.

If you want to donate to relief efforts, here’s a link for donations to a fund being managed by the Llano Chamber of Commerce. Convoy of Hope has boots on the ground in Florida, and Texas Baptist Men is both there and here; both organizations are continuing to provide relief work in areas affected by Hurricane Florence as well.

I’m hoping to get my Etsy shop back up and running on November 1, preferably with a few new items, but I’ll just have to see how everything goes. Books will… be happening sometime.

Life, eh?

The Glass Ballerina

A master toymaker once made a ballerina out of spun glass. He took the greatest care to choose the right materials; he spun the glass with the utmost patience and skill into intricate details that built up into an exquisitely graceful form. He placed the ballerina on a stand in a case in front of a window and rejoiced to see her there. Now and again he would take her out to stand in the sunlight and twirl on a string as he played music for her, and he delighted to watch this beautiful thing that he had made.

Yet one day, he came to the case and found her crying.

“Here!” he said and lifted her out. “Why do you cry, my lovely one?”

“Oh, Master, if only I were not glass!” she wailed.

“What do you mean?”

“If I were sturdy, like your steel clockwork dancers, men would dance with me.”

“But I did not make you to dance for men.”

“If I were strong, like your brass jewel-box dancers, ladies would watch me and give me their gold.”

“But I did not make you to dance for women.”

“If I were soft, like your frilly plush dancers, little children would cuddle me. If I could bend, like your jointed porcelain dancers, bigger children would play with me.”

“But I did not make you to dance for children.”

“Then why did you make me at all, Master?”

He took a mirror and held her up before it in the sunlight, so she could see what he saw, how the light glowed and reflected and refracted to shine out as beautiful colors in ever-changing hues as she twirled on her string to the music he played just for her.

“I made you,” he said gently, “to dance for me.”


© 2018 Elisabeth G. Wolfe. All Rights Reserved.

Fifth Blogaversary!

And what a crazy five years it’s been!

I don’t have a lot of news to share tonight (still sick and super busy with class prep), but I do have a lot of projects in the pipeline and hope to make more progress on Loyal Valley: Diversion once the semester’s underway. I’d like to have it out before Christmas, but of course I can’t promise anything yet. I’m also planning to reopen my Etsy shop in time for the holidays–possibly next month, but more likely October, hopefully with more Christmas colors and maybe some other sparklies. Witty Word Press projects continue apace, so I hope to have more news on those forthcoming releases soonish. And I have some events penciled in on the calendar, too, which I’ll post more about when the details are finalized.

Here’s to the next five years! *raises tea mug*