New Canaan, Connecticut
25. October. 1927
darling, if possible, your letters grow more wonderful
and amazing. I mean in what they make of me. As you
say—here we are. Oh, yes! And by the grace of our angels
here we abide, and from here we look forward. I am amazingly
at peace. Nothing can matter now. I did not know there
could be such understanding and fondness as you give
and I feel, without the terror of misgiving as to some
future, and without any fear of disaster or separation.
All it needs as you say is a few days to grow human.
long letter as to your Geordino1
I am very glad to have. I did not know how you have
been hurt in Toronto, but I understand. I always have
liked the text—"Fret not thyself because of evil-doers."2
But I think there should be another text "Fret
not thyself because of the self-righteous." Only
it is not as easy as that[.] They won’t let us ignore
them. When I think how you must have been cruelly treated,
and when I think of your teacher and his blessed smile,
I could weep. Dearest thing! Never mind now. You can
always come here for understanding and never ever be
afraid of being anything but free.
past few days here have been like the Eternal heaven.
If there is a thing on God’s footstool3
more beautiful than April-May in New England, it is
the same region in October. All day yesterday I tramped
the woodland trails in the golden light. How wonderful
it will be when you see it. Too fine for this earth,
and quite incredible.
before that happens we have some more immediate things
to do. I must go South soon.4
I have about a dozen dates already in the Carolinas
&Texas. And you must get out of Toronto[.] As far
as I can know I think you are very wise. But I should
not advise New York yet. Too difficult for a beginner
alone. Too desolate. And I should think Montreal better.
Write to John Murray Gibbon, C.P.R. Offices, Windsor
And descend upon him. He will introduce you to the Canadian
If you need a place to stay at first, I found the "Patricia"
on the square opposite the Windsor Hotel fairly good.
But maybe you know the City.
dear I laughed at your account of going to the Campbell’s
description. And me! Oh, yes I saw you from inside my
home. But the shutters were closed and I only looked
between the slats. I was one of a foursome dinner party
and dutiful as always. But I did see the sunny head,
though the blinds were not run up. Even when you came
into the hall to bid us good night, I hardly looked
higher than your chin. Ah, well, thank goodness the
windows need never be closed again.
are most precious. And near. And I know the understanding
is perfect. Indeed it is more than understanding. All
the serenity of the seraphs. Poor Krishna and his inward
strife! But at the thought of you a great calm settles
over him, and he can rest like a tired child.8
Only my sister9
have ever seemed like that. Isn’t it strange. But you
must not feel bound
by all you are doing for me and giving me. Only feel
like a small child being loved. And keep on being loved!
soon—ever and ever