Today, I pay homage to Robert Louis Stevenson, born on this day in 1850.
A sickly child, Robert learned to voyage from his bed at an early age.
Like most writers, he faced more than demons of sickness in his youth. He walked a tightrope of wanting to please his father and wanting to journey to his own adventures……
The journeys of his characters walk that tightrope as well….each with goodness and evil inside….”Treasure Island”, “The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde”………
But journey Robert did……eventually, to the South Seas.
His political writings earned him the admiration of the Samoan people, who nicknamed him Tusitala, teller of tales.
Stevenson’s journey ended at the top of Mount Vaea, where a group of Samoan men cleared a path to rest his body.
My childhood literary journey began with the help of Robert Louis Stevenson. One of my childhood treasures was “A Child’s Garden of Verse.” I still have that treasure….(see the photo)
Life’s journey is a tightrope, sometimes more of one for some……a journey where goodness and darkness are intertwined…..just like the flowers and weeds in a garden…..Stevenson wove that garden into verse.