I've had a migraine most of last night and this morning, only emerged from the fog and drug-induced sleep in the late afternoon. They're never ideal, but especially not on a work day. As it was I managed a cup of tea and some jam on toast in the late afternoon, and felt able to read a little by about 4. I got the beautiful book Letters of Note from my family back in April, for my birthday, and like to read just a few at a time. Today I cam across the most beautiful yet, from John Steinbeck to his son Thom. Thom had written telling his family he was in love, and his father's reply was so gentle and wise, so beautifully kind and affirming that I nearly cried. He wrote:
'First - if you are in love - that's a good thing - it's about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don't let anyone make it small or light to you… Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it. The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it….'
It's as beautiful you'd expect from Steinbeck I suppose, one of my very favourites. You can read it in full here.
I also read a stunningly sharp and bright letter from Southern author Eudora Welty. I've not read her works, but loved her letter for its charm and wit and all-out confidence in herself, and rightly so. Thinking I need to get my hands on her award winning The Optimist's Daughter.