The Inkwell Diaries 📚

There’s a certain poetry in mornings that even the best of writers have tried to capture—and somehow, it always remains just a little beyond the reach of language. Yet, we try. Because morning isn’t just a time of day; it’s a feeling, a metaphor, a story beginning all over again. I often think of Virginia Woolf’s quiet mornings in Mrs. Dalloway, when Clarissa steps out into the city as if stepping into life itself: “What a lark! What a plunge!” That’s what mornings feel like to me—a plunge into the unknown, with all its beauty and unpredictability. Thoreau saw mornings as spiritual. In Walden, he writes, “Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me.” There’s something deeply intimate in that line—a recognition that morning doesn’t just happen around us, it happens within us. A soft awakening of thought, of purpose, of self. And of course, there’s Emily Dickinson, who with just a few lines, makes the sunrise feel like a cathedral service: “I’ll tell you how the Sun rose – A Rib...

“The Earth does not belong to us: we belong to the Earth.” — Marlee Matlin Each year on April 22, Earth Day reminds us of the fragile beauty of our planet and our shared responsibility to preserve it. But long before Earth Day became a global event, literature has served as a quiet yet powerful witness to the rhythms, ruins, and resilience of the natural world. From Wordsworth’s daffodils to Thoreau’s Walden Pond, writers across centuries have not only celebrated nature’s grandeur but also warned against its exploitation. Nature as Muse: Romanticism and Beyond The Romantic poets, especially in Britain, were pioneers in giving voice to the emotional and spiritual bond between humans and nature. William Wordsworth’s poetry—like Lines Written a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey—invites us to see nature not as a backdrop, but as a source of wisdom and solace. His reverence for the environment laid the groundwork for the ecological sensibility in literature. In America, Henry David Tho...