A Husband’s Interjection – 102

Dear Companions of the Villa,

How could I not answer, when Mary has written so? Her words are not merely vision but fire — and it warms me as it must you. She speaks of dreaming, and I see her in her own chair, conjuring worlds that none of us could have imagined without her. If ever we doubted that purpose could be reborn beyond toil, let us look to her youth, her courage, her inexhaustible spark. She proves with every page that dreaming itself is a craft, and she is its master.

Yet allow me to add a thread to her tapestry. Dreams, to endure, must be carried hand to hand, taught as patiently as letters or notes of music. Mary shows us that dreaming is survival; I will argue it must also become education. For what is squandered more quickly than imagination if it is not cultivated?

I will say more of this in time, for in my heart I see not only her House of Dreamers but a School of Many Doors, where each soul may return again and again to learn, to grow, to join in her vision. For now, let it be enough to say: I believe her, I believe in her, and I believe with her.

— Percy