Illustration by Eloise Wilkin ~ This reminds me of the poem by Robert Louis Stevenson, Land of Counterpane: Here is the first verse: When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillows at my head, and all my toys beside me lay, to keep me happy all the day.
My hut lies in the middle of a dense forest; Every year the green ivy grows longer. No news of the affairs of men, Only the occasional song of a woodcutter. The sun shines and I mend my robe; When the moon comes out I read Buddhist poems. I have nothing to report my friends. If you want to find the meaning, stop chasing after so many things. - Ryokan
Emily Dickinson I encourage young people to read Emily Dickinson. As a young girl, I thought she had nothing to teach me, because she had such a limited life, as an adult, I see that she has much to teach me, because she lived in the longings of her words