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One of the best books I have ever read, My Wicked Wicked Ways by Errol Flynn. I cannot express how its reading moved me. Such a lucid and authentic tale, none like any other autobiography ever written. Entirely enjoyable penned by, not only an incredible human being, but a gifted writer. I could have never anticipated how much I would really love this book and Errol, even more.
I can’t wait to read one of his novels, too. New Year’s resolutions.
Beautiful candid picture of Errol Flynn and Eleanor Parker. He was an avid reader, that’s for sure!
This was one of Errol Flynn’s favorite poems, particularly the highlighted verse. As he recounts in his autobiography, “That is just about the inner theme of my life, I suppose. Those lines have often gone through my mind, so much so that I might have even written them.”
The Winds of Fate by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1916)
But to every mind there openeth, A way, and way, and away, A high soul climbs the highway, And the low soul gropes the low, And in between on the misty flats, The rest drift to and fro. But to every man there openeth, A high way and a low, And every mind decideth, The way his soul shall go. One ship sails East, And another West, By the self-same winds that blow, 'Tis the set of the sails And not the gales, That tells the way we go. Like the winds of the sea Are the waves of time, As we journey along through life, 'Tis the set of the soul, That determines the goal, And not the calm or the strife.
A little beautiful experiment in honor of my mother and to celebrate Mother’s Day! The original illustration above was made by her and the one below is my digital interpretation. For the greatest things come from collaboration. You are my inspiration, always.
Thank you, mama! ♡
A perfect occasion to remind myself of this statement.
Happy Saint George’s Day!
