Memories

Katie: I don't have the right style for you do I?

Hubble: No you don't have the right style.

Katie: I'll change.

Hubble: No, don't change. You're your own girl, you have your own style.

Katie: But then I won't have you. Why can't I have you?

Hubble: Because you push too hard, every damn minute. There's no time to ever relax and enjoy living. Everything is too serious to be so serious.

Katie: If I push too hard it's because I want things to be better, I want us to be better, I want you to be better. Sure I make waves you have I mean you have to. And I'll keep making them until you're everything you should be and will be. You'll never find anyone as good for you as I am, to believe in you as much as I do or to love you as much.

Hubble: I know that.

Katie: Well then why?

The Way We Were

If only I could

His arms enclose me I watch as the mesh caging rises to entrap me

Out of instinct I shrink away

They pull me in tighter I watch as the bars close securely at the top

My eyes begin to rove frantically

A cry of desperate anguish trapped behind my lips I lay motionless, imitation of death

Convinced to witness the look of sorrow deepen his eyes

The confusion, the pain

Would murder me more than the steel cage that binds me

He already feels the frantic eyes

The tense rigidity of my body

That he holds so closely, protectively to him

Raging storms of muted passions he can barely guess at

My burden alone

He tucks his head in at the nape of my neck

Meant to relax and insure me of his protective presence

this love, his love

I feel the hot breath

It moistens the back of my neck, clings there, a hot immovable dew

His arms feel oppressively heavy

I want to leap from them

Go to the window, the dark, the stars

Give myself to their enclosure alone

The dark deep night I close my eyes

Breathe deeply, then breathe again

Flitting through skies

No metal cages, no oppressive arms

Feel the wind as it braces me and covers me

Cool, and light

Perch upon the tip of a silver branch

Moonlight splashing across the ground

Glittering the world of newly lain dew

No metal cages, no oppressive arms

Freedom

I open my eyes

The walls, the arms, the bed

My cage

His love

My love I bury my face in my arm

And wait for unconsciousness to remove my confines

So that I may fly

Little Women

From Friedrich to Jo:

Your heart understood mine. In the depth of that fragrant night, I listened with ravished soul to your beloved voice. Your heart understood mine.

Jo, there is so much more to you than this, if you have the courage to write it.

Of her Frankenstein

I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words which found no true echo in my heart. its several pages speak of many a walk, many a drive, and many a conversation when I was not alone; and my companion was one who, in this world, I shall never more see.

Mary Shelley

William Blake

On the day of his death, William Blake worked relentlessly on his Dante's series. Eventually he paused in his work and turned to his wife, who was in tears by his bedside. Beholding her, Blake is said to have cried, "Stay Kate! Keep just as you are- I will draw your portrait-for you have ever been an angel to me!"

How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back? There are some things time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep... that have taken hold.

The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien

Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

-Emily Dickinson