OUTLANDER: BLOOD OF MY BLOOD ⇢ 1x03 | SCHOOL OF THE MOON
OUTLANDER: BLOOD OF MY BLOOD ⇢ 1x02 | S.W.A.K (SEALED WITH A KISS)
My dearest Henry, my last memory with you was at the circle of stones. There was a deafening sound, like an angry swarm of bees, and then you were gone. Or perhaps I was. Perhaps I am dead. Perhaps I’ve lost my mind. Have I fallen through the looking glass?
OUTLANDER: BLOOD OF MY BLOOD ⇢ 1x02 | S.W.A.K (SEALED WITH A KISS)
I adore Scotland– the flora and the fauna, the landscape, the archaeology– something inescapably romantic about all of it. Folklorist J.F. Campbell writes of a man who joins the circle dance of a faerie ring in the Highlands. When he comes out, he feels as though he’s only been gone for a moment, but, really, it’s been years. That’s how our letters feel to me. I could spend an eternity in the dance of our words.
Well, things are different now. We’re turning the tide of public opinion in our favor with our war work. I’m very proud of the work we do. I just hope that one day, like many of the highly educated women involved, that I’ll be admitted to university and eventually earn a degree. They’re never going to award women a degree, surely. The first matriculated female undergraduates at a British university were the Edinburgh Seven, 1869. Yes, they may not have been permitted to graduate– I knew it. –but there have been many since-remarkable women.
OUTLANDER: BLOOD OF MY BLOOD ⇢ 1x02 | S.W.A.K (SEALED WITH A KISS)
To whom it may concern, I write to you from hell on Earth… the Western Front. Here I have learned a thousand different ways to suffer, countless different ways to die. I’ve lost more friends than I care to remember, but even death itself is kinder than some of the things that I have seen, things that I wish I could erase from my mind with every fiber of my being.
Dear Lieutenant Beauchamp, you asked a difficult question, to which there is no easy answer, but I feel compelled to reply. My name is Julia Moriston, and like you, I often wonder why. Why must we live through this abominable war? I do not know. But the naturalist in me finds comfort in the arms of Mother Nature. Nature always finds a way. I’m reminded of the raindrop– never too small or insignificant to make a difference, beautifully volatile, evaporating, falling as precipitation, joining the rivers until it becomes the ocean. There is a certain alchemy to it. We, too, are shaped and changed by our suffering until we are strong enough, like water, to carve our way through rock. I’ve known suffering and grief. When my parents died, I was determined to carry on doing what I knew would make them proud. I paused my studies to make my own small contribution to the war effort. So I know what it is to feel alone and to ask why. When all else fails… take a deep breath and remember England is still here. Do not give up, Lieutenant. And if you need to confide in someone, you may write back to me. And, perhaps boldly, I shall expect a reply.
OUTLANDER: BLOOD OF MY BLOOD ⇢ 1x01 | PROVIDENCE
Our clothes tell a story, m'annsachd. Yer bodice and yer skirts tell us what’s expected of ye as a lassie. This cloth stands for something else, tells a different tale. Wear it as you would wear armor, as my promise to you. A MacKenzie ye are, and a MacKenzie you’ll always be.