I have fallen in love... with a book, My Faraway One,
Every page... What can I do?
Each letter calls to me to beat in my heart until the soft rhythm lifts my eyes and I smile at the nothing and the everything of it all.
What have I done?! Georgia O'Keefe's letters to Alfred Stieglitz, his letters to her, are filling-up today until, as I stand tonight, barefoot, in the grass, trying to stop my heart from racing and sighing, it feels like maybe the dew tonight didn't exist until this love began. Maybe the tenderness of their budding love in these first 28 pages created all the buds on the trees. Maybe it comes from the same love, that Universal gift, tendrils so rare and yet, stronger than it all.
I want to read every page in one sitting and yet, I want to read one letter a day each day that I am alive over and over, as well. Just dipping into each sweet pause and word, speaking like I tend to, not awkward, just not always understood.
Oh me... what can a girl do? Right before I have to take intense graduate credits next week, right before all the things I must do, I have fallen for a book, an 800+ faerytale book full of the quirkiness that I, too, share, the way I sometimes see, think, love the day; they did, too.
I have fallen in love and just when I have so much to do, so many messes, full days, brimming. I am in a land of pressed flowers and correspon-dance. Brimming and sweet.
My Faraway One, book that I love, how can I stop turning pages of feeling? So real, so true. Your pages? I do not know. A faerytale such as this has rent my heart wide open and I unfurl.