The Call: Missing Piece — Jessica

You know that feeling like something is missing? And you just can’t put your finger on it? That until you find that missing piece your life is going to feel incomplete? Yeah. I’m there — but I’m actively searching. It will probably turn up under the couch cushions. Everything seems to disappear into them at some point or another.

Response: Walking on Water — Cheryl

Madeleine L’Engle’s Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art is not incomplete (at least, I don’t think it is), but my reading of it is. Remember when we bought copies, Jessica? I never made it past chapter two, but not because I didn’t like it. On the contrary, I loved it so much, I wanted to savor every word, every thought: thinking, reflecting, writing. But where did that get me? Almost nowhere! Ironic, isn’t it? Don’t think I’ve given up, though. I haven’t. The book has never made it to a bookcase. It has always been “in circulation,” so speak — ready for me to pick up at a moment’s notice, and it will remain in circulation until my ingesting of it is complete. Oh, an aside: before I looked at the book through my viewfinder, I never noticed the blue lines under the title.