I don’t know how to tell you just how much I miss you. I love you till my heart could burst. All I love, all I want, all I need is you—forever. I want to be just where you are and be just what you want me to be. I know it’s lousy of me to be so late so often, and I promise to try a million times harder, I promise.
“By the mid-’80s, it was really apparent to me that I really needed to stop losing myself in my work and in my addictions. What happens is you just wake up one morning and feel absolutely dead. You can’t even drag your soul back into your body. You feel you have negated everything that is wonderful about life. When you have fallen that far, it feels like a miracle when you regain your love of life. That’s when you can begin really looking for a relationship . . . when you can (appreciate) the whole concept of giving to someone, not just taking.”
– David Bowie
A snapshot of Victorian fashion
Scorched Lightning, a member of the Sioux Nation, dressed in traditional costume including a bear claw necklace. Circa late 1800’s/early 1900s.
“Mother was nearly thirty-five when I was born, the fourth of her five children, one of whom, the first, had passed away in infancy, and the third at the age of fourteen months. This little girl, Caroline Elizabeth, mother has always spoken of as the most promising child she ever bore, or, for that matter, ever saw. ‘She was a vision of delight,’ with deep blue eyes and dark brown hair; a disposition without flaw, her nerves being so well encased and her little spirit so perfectly equipoised that she would sit or lie in her cradle cooing to herself by the hour, and when she rode, the beauty of the world outdoors seemed so well apprehend by the seraphic child that her little hands were constantly outstretched and her sweet eyes were full of light and comprehension, while her silver voice took on such an ecstasy as was remarked by all who knew her. My little sister passed to heaven just as she began to speak the language of this world. My mother’s first great grief then broke her heart, and as I came less than one year afterward, the deep questionings and quivering pathos of her spirit had their effect on mine. She lived much with her books, especially the Bible and the poets, in this chastened interval. Many a time she said to me, ‘Frank, above all things else thank heaven you were a welcome child, of I had prayed so often that another little girl might come into our home for us to love.'”
– Frances Willard, who would become an educator, temperance reformer, women’s suffragist and national president of the Woman’s Christian Temperance Union (WCTU) in 1879, a position she held until her death in 1898.
Frances was guided in life by the belief that “The Lord is real, His whole nature is love.”
Source of quote: Glimpses of fifty years; the autobiography of an American woman by Frances Willard