Tonight, I listened to my husband read the final book of the Narnia Chronicles to the kids. It’s the second time that he has read all 7 books to the kids, this time including the boys. And each time it has been a wonderful experience for the kids. Tonight, it got me thinking again about the reasons behind our blog name.
Since 2007, this little blog resided under the simple name of Hayes Happenings. It was a place to record family fun, ponderings and snippets of this and that. But, as it grew, so did my desire that it reflect an honest picture of our lives. It’s difficult to do that completely, given the medium and what motivates one post above another (less of the stinky attitudes and more of the exciting adventures, right?) But, more than anything I want to reflect that this world is not our home. And this life, with all the good and bad, will never be perfect. There is so much good about our world and our lives, but they are just a mere reflection of the greatness that is to come. This is a message I long to reflect inside and out, in real life and here on the blog. Somehow “Hayes Happenings” seemed a little bland and unconnected to that heart desire. So, about 6 months ago (2013) I changed it to Hazy Days.
My motivation was two-fold.
Firstly, and less importantly, I’m a sucker for things cute, corny and clever. So I liked the idea of a play on our name: Hayes.
Secondly, and infinitely more importantly, I wanted the title to reflect the truth that the moments we record are but a murmur in time; and as beautiful as they are, they’re dull compared to eternity with Christ. Our lives are fraught with mistakes and sin, blurring the beauty of life even more. In the final pages of The Last Battle, CS Lewis describes it beautifully:
“It is as hard to explain how this sunlit land was different from the old Narnia as it would be to tell you how the fruits of that country taste. Perhaps you will get some idea of it if you think like this. You may have been in a room in which there was a window that looked out on a lovely bay of the sea or a green valley that wound away among mountains. And in the wall of that room opposite to the window there may have been a looking-glass. And as you turned away from the window you suddenly caught sight of that sea or that valley, all over again, in the looking glass. And the sea in the mirror, or the valley in the mirror, were in one sense just the same as the real ones: yet at the same time they were somehow different – deeper, more wonderful, more like places in a story: in a story you have never heard but very much want to know. The difference between the old Narnia and the new Narnia was like that. The new one was a deeper country: every rock and flower and blade of grass looked as if it meant more.”
“When Aslan said you could never go back to Narnia, he meant the Narnia you were thinking of. But that was not the real Narnia. That had a beginning and an end. It was only a shadow or a copy of the real Narnia: just as our own world, England and all, is only a shadow or copy of something in Aslan’s real world. You need not mourn over Narnia, Lucy. All of the old Narnia that mattered, all the dear creatures, have been drawn into the real Narnia through the Door. And of course it is different; as different as a real thing is from a shadow or as waking life is from a dream ….Your father and mother and all of you are – – as you used to call it in the Shadow-Lands – – dead. The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning .” (The Last Battle)
While we live in these hazy days, we look forward to the new earth the Lord has prepared for us. Our new home of which this life is just a shadow.
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