lions and dragons

We have been reading the Chronicles of Narnia with Lydia and Heidi. We have made our way through four books (The Magician's Nephew, The Lion the Witch and The Wardrobe, Prince Caspian, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader) and are currently reading The Silver Chair. The stories and characters have infiltrated all aspects of our lives from the girls' make believe games and imaginary friends (Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy are frequently the names of the "kids in their class" at their "school") to their coloring.

Lydia drew this photo of Aslan (the lion) with Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Digory, and Polly.

Here's Heidi's rendition of the same group.

Yesterday, Lydia drew Eustice when he was a dragon. "I tried to draw what I imagined in my head, but it doesn't quite look the same."

I hope our time reading together is birthing a love for reading and stories. Because stories . . . well, I think C. S. Lewis paints a beautiful picture of just one of the importances of stories on the last pages of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader:

But between them and the foot of the sky there was something so white on the green grass that even with their eagles' eyes they could hardly look at it. They came on and saw that it was a Lamb
. . .
"Please, Lamb," said Lucy. "is this the way to Aslan's country?"
"Not for you," said the Lamb. "For you the door into Aslan's country is from your own world."
"What!" said Edmund. "is there a way into Aslan's country from our world too?"
"There is a way into my country from all the worlds," said the Lamb; but as he spoke his snowy white flushed into tawny gold and his size changed and he was Aslan himself, towering above them and scattering light from his mane.
"Oh, Aslan," said Lucy. "Will you tell us how to get into your country from our world?"
"I shall be telling you all the time," said Aslan. "But I will not tell you how long or short the way will be, only that it lies across a river. But do not fear that, for I am the great Bridge Builder. And now come; I will open the door into the sky and send you to your own land."
"Please, Aslan," said Lucy. "Before we go, will you tell us when we can come back to Narnia again? Please. An oh, do do do make it soon."
"Dearest," said Aslan very gently, "you and your brother will never come back to Narnia."
"Oh, Aslan!" said Edmund and Lucy both together in despairing voices.
"You are too old, children," said Aslan, "and you must begin to come close to your own world now."
"It isn't Narnia, you know," sobbed Lucy. "It's you. We shan't meet you there. And how can we live, never meeting you?"
"But you shall meet me, dear one," said Aslan.
"Are--are you there too, Sir?" said Edmund.
"I am, " said Aslan. "But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there."