Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Day 50, February 19

It appears that I'm not finished relating stories of Emily Dickinson.  She was a recluse but found companionship through her poetry and letters.

She penned to one friend:  "It is cold tonight, but the thought of you so warm, that I sit by it as a fireside, and am never cold any more.  I love to write to you--it gives my heart a holiday and sets the bells to ringing."

I love the simple beauty and purity of these words.  More, I love her description of friendship.

Joy for today:  reading the words of an exquisitely talented lady.

1 comment:

  1. Emily was right. The thought of good friends warms the heart.