February 10, 2016

Love Letter

In honor of Valentine's Day, coming on Sunday, here is a famous, beautiful love letter from John Keats (1795-1821) to Fanny Brawne.

My dearest Girl,
This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time. Upon my Soul I can think of nothing else. The time is passed when I had power to advise and warn you against the unpromising morning of my Life. My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again — my Life seems to stop there — I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving. I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. I should be afraid to separate myself far from you. My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change? My love, will it? I have no limit now to my love. Your note came in just here. I cannot be happier away from you. ‘Tis richer than an Argosy of Pearles. Do not threat me even in jest. I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion — I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more — I could be martyr’d for my Religion — Love is my religion — I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet. You have ravish’d me away by a Power I cannot resist; and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavoured often “to reason against the reasons of my Love.” I can do that no more — the pain would be too great. My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
Yours for ever
John Keats

February 06, 2016

Incoming Mail--Michele in New Mexico

Emperor penguin chick card from my sister.

Sweet William

No, I can't post too many photos of my great-nephew!!

February 05, 2016

Recent Reads

The Lost City of Z:  A Tale of Deadly Obsession in the Amazon by David Grann (2010).  Narrative nonfiction (counts as not something I regularly read for my reading self-challenge) about Percy Harrison Fawcett's disappearance, along with his son and the son's best friend, in the Amazon in 1925 and David Grann's attempt to discover what happened to them through research and his own visit to the Amazon.  Part mystery, part adventure story, and very well-told by journalist Grann.

The Call of the Ice:  Climbing 8000-Meter Peaks in Winter by Simone Moro (2014).  Italian climber Simone Moro shares vignettes about his alpine-style (quick, with as little supplies as possible) winter climbs.  Without taking anything away from Moro's accomplishments or his flair for writing, I decided I prefer reading climbing books about the longer, siege-style assaults on mountains.

Women Loving Prisoners by Sylvia Redmond (2015).  Three unrelated women, three related prisoners.  Fairly graphic sexual content, but way more realistic about the men and their goals and the women and their weaknesses than romantic.

PS. . . You're Mine by Alexa Riley (2016).  Sweet romance develops through letters between a high school teacher and a deployed Marine on his last tour before retirement.  Quick, fun read.

February 04, 2016

Sweet William




Also important to note is that Maya chose William's t-shirt when we visited Wildlife Safari Park.  She rarely asks to buy something for someone else, so that's a big honor--if he only knew.

February 01, 2016

Outgoing Mail--January 16-31, 2016

Cards and letters to Kelly in Minnesota, Fish in Taiwan, Barbara in South Carolina, and Sue in North Carolina.

Letters to my sister in New Mexico, Barbara in South Carolina, Wanda in Canada, and Sherri Kay in Wisconsin.

Cards to Becky in Oregon and Sue in North Carolina.

Postcards to Jenn in Texas and Joel in Arizona.

Puppy Love--1/27/2016

Violet and Maya

Snow and Maya