Dear Literature Readers,

I was in high school when I fell in love with literature. I resonated with The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, Brave New World by Aldous Huxley, The Confessions of St. Augustine by St. Augustine. My English teacher, Mrs. Klebba, encouraged my writing. It was than that I knew I wanted to write. She introduced me to poetry by American author, Edgar Allan Poe. He wrote about death and beautiful women. And here reads “Annabel Lee” who lives by the sea.

“It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes! – that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.”

Now, I haven’t been thinking of this poem, but my husband, Pierre, came home from a Bob Proctor conference in Los Angeles. He left to go out of town soon afterwards. And I found this pillow case on my bed. I read the quote, and I smiled.

“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” ~ Edgar Allan Poe

I was always dreaming by day! In fact, I am a better daydreamer than a night dreamer. The daydreamer allowed me the understanding, digesting, experiencing of my life experiences with heightened awareness and a greater sensitivity. The brain consolidates learning during dreaming.

My love of literaturemy love of writing was birthed in me at a tender age. I am recognizing the synchronicities and I smile. Thank you for the sweet reminder.

Who reminded you who you are?

Who encouraged you?

Who believed in you?

Who fanned the flame?

Have you found your gift?

Literature Lover and Writer,