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My dear Brother,
Your kind letter of April 12th came duly, and was
most heartily welcome. I have been waiting anxiously to hear from yourself and Carlos, about my coming back. The considerations which you brought to bear on the subject are much the same as those that had influenced me, and I think I was coming to the same conclusion that you did. I shall wait, however, to hear from Carlos before I finally decide. I know I have spent a considerable part of my life in this kind of living and do not think a much longer part thus spent would be best for me. I too have had visions such as you speak of, of such a home as you describe. The thought of spending another year so far away from you and George Is not easy to bear. But If I do not come back here, I hardly know what I should do with myself. Although I should enjoy visiting &c, in the summer, I doubt not
While I am far from thinking this the only kind it seems at present the only
kind open to me. There certainly Is no place where teaching would be as
pleasant and agreeable to me, or where one has more advaatages than here.
I some-times am afraid it would be too pleasant. This making up of one's
mind is quite a difficult matter; If I could only know what was best for me to
do. I hope I will decide aright. I will do the best I can, anyway, and "angels
can do no more." I am much obliged for your suggestions. Thoughts some-
what similar to those have been in my own mind, and I think I shall get them
into shape before long. There is no thought in which the duality of truth
is more striking than this one. We are each independent Ik yet each
dependent upon every-thing around us. No soul can be alone and yet each
sould Is entirely alone in the presence of Its God.
That feeling comes over me some-times with a solemnity and awe
indescribable. That our "Holy of Holies" is veiled to every eye but
(Annie (Glidden) Houts, '69,