21st February, 2019
Quietly smitten as a way of life, no? Sounds perfectly appropriate for one who needs to walk with a quiet detachment from all created things, in order to tend more perfectly towards He in whom all things are created and consummated. I can tip my hat and keep walking, just as well as any man can. Seeking grace and peace at the edge of the precipice, ‘nobody knew so well, how to frighten Miss Clavel.’ Madly in love, with my betrothed, who tends to me, humbles me, guides and inspires me to tend to the light, as she has for so many years now. I look upon our garden, our little flowers, and know that their graces, their virtues, are hers. Always hers.