As many of you know, I have been opening boxes of memorabilia from years of family collecting, stored in attics and basements. And then, my husband took it to save, and now I have moved, am continuing to comb through everything with the anticipation of an estate sale in order to find a new way of living, still with numerous special things from my past, but with the inspiration to live a little more lightly! I have moved, have been in my new home nearly a week, and the word of the day is "boxes" and "finding the correct light switch". The days and nights have gone well, and I am looking forward to more.
Among many lovely little pieces of the past, I found a beautiful old book copyrighted 1910, titled Stevenson on Friendship. It includes short quotations and essays of the thoughts of different kinds of friendship, with people, nature, various concepts like industry. Robert Louis Stevenson is musing about all these things, seeming to share his thoughts as from his journal. It is something I wanted to share with you all. Because Stevenson is such a sentimental writer, the words are quite poetic, and I love especially one where he speaks about the stars. I found the passage here at Google books which I discovered is from a book by Stevenson titled Will O' The Mill.