here do be monsters

Irish

I’m immersed in this fantastic book right now…and no, it doesn’t involve potatoes. I may be moved to write further reflections when I finish (how terrible that we’ve reduced St. Patrick to Hallmark greetings!), but I was struck by a lovely little bit last evening as I read.

When early Europeans created maps that frayed to uncharted territories on the edges, they wrote a dire phrase across the unknown expanse:

here do be monsters

How apt! In fact, I’m co-opting it for my own use. So very often, just when I start to get used to the lay of the land, God shoves me on into new waters, unmapped wilds. I KNOW the monsters are watching me with their beady little eyes, leering from the dark. I can hear them breathing…

Nothing for it but some dragon slaying.

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