One needs a place (or so I find) where one can spiritually dig oneself in. The weather here has changed to heavy rolling mists and thick soft rain. The mountains disappear very beautifully, one by one. The lake has become grave and one feels the silence. This, instead of being depressing as it is in the South, has a sober charm. In the South there is too much light whereas exquisitely breathtaking fog is all I care about. This grass, too, waving high, with one o’clocks like bubbles and flowering fruit trees like branches of red and white coral. One looks and one becomes absorbed … Do you know what I mean? I feel, at present, I should like to have a small chalet, high up somewhere, and live there for a round year, luxuriating in solitude and harmony.
—Katherine Mansfield, from a letter dated 9 May 1921, The Collected Letters of Katherine Mansfield: Volume Four, 1920-1921
Notes:
- More from Katherine Mansfield: It’s so easy to forget to attend to these miracles
- Credits: Poem – Thank you rudyoldeschulte. Photograph via squishly
- Katherine Mansfield Bio
Live & Learn 
Yes.
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Full stop.
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Lovely.
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I thought so too
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calm and peaceful 🙂
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It is mk…
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the beauty of serenity.
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Yes…
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Nice
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Thanks Bill.
On Sat, May 24, 2014 at 6:59 PM, Live & Learn wrote:
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