Post by amadeaus on Sept 29, 2014 12:17:13 GMT -5
A letter sent a few days ago, covering the front and back of a page. hand written on a bumpy surface.
Dear Rachel,
My love. There is much I wish to tell you, and much more I wish to hear from you. But it seems phone calls may be unwise for a little while, at least until we work out the details. I don't want to wait, not really, so I'm putting pen to paper. Mail has it's risks, but smaller ones. Forgive me if I am careful with my phrasing.
I don't know what you said to our leader. He's not really changed, but he hasn't pressed any issues, for which I am grateful. I did my part, of course. I didn't like to do it, particularly without talking to you first. My wife has right to warning. But I am once again out-ranked by many here. This time, praise the Goddess, it is not with disgrace.
We're in Arizona, though it seems we'll be moving soon. I'm as glad for it. Why we are so often in these southern states is a question I will always have. Then again, motorcycles do not move so easily in snow. It's the heat that does it for me. Compared to the home of my younger years, the heat is unbelievable.
I miss you a great deal. Today I found one of your shirts stuck in my pack. Did you do that? Your scent still clings to it, the little perfume you use. I thought C. would die of impatience for I finally packed it back. I packed it with great care, of course.
Oh, I don't know if I mentioned it. C. has returned to camp. It's good to have one of my brothers around again,we'll always miss the kids' grandpa.
On a positive - if mysterious note - the faith of old has returned to us. It's been said to me that faith is a fragile thing, as tenuous as hope. But this faith seems stronger than one might have expected-- particularly given the circumstances in which we lost it in the first place. Our leader's sister joined us in camp a few days past.
I'll write again soon. Be well and take care of the kids. Give them my love and sneak them a few candies for me.
Love
Deaus
Dear Rachel,
My love. There is much I wish to tell you, and much more I wish to hear from you. But it seems phone calls may be unwise for a little while, at least until we work out the details. I don't want to wait, not really, so I'm putting pen to paper. Mail has it's risks, but smaller ones. Forgive me if I am careful with my phrasing.
I don't know what you said to our leader. He's not really changed, but he hasn't pressed any issues, for which I am grateful. I did my part, of course. I didn't like to do it, particularly without talking to you first. My wife has right to warning. But I am once again out-ranked by many here. This time, praise the Goddess, it is not with disgrace.
We're in Arizona, though it seems we'll be moving soon. I'm as glad for it. Why we are so often in these southern states is a question I will always have. Then again, motorcycles do not move so easily in snow. It's the heat that does it for me. Compared to the home of my younger years, the heat is unbelievable.
I miss you a great deal. Today I found one of your shirts stuck in my pack. Did you do that? Your scent still clings to it, the little perfume you use. I thought C. would die of impatience for I finally packed it back. I packed it with great care, of course.
Oh, I don't know if I mentioned it. C. has returned to camp. It's good to have one of my brothers around again,we'll always miss the kids' grandpa.
On a positive - if mysterious note - the faith of old has returned to us. It's been said to me that faith is a fragile thing, as tenuous as hope. But this faith seems stronger than one might have expected-- particularly given the circumstances in which we lost it in the first place. Our leader's sister joined us in camp a few days past.
I'll write again soon. Be well and take care of the kids. Give them my love and sneak them a few candies for me.
Love
Deaus
