26 December 1922

La Prieuré, Fontainebleau, Avon

  I shall be glad though when the spring comes. Winter is a difficult time. You know you must not worry about me or say you do or don't. Its exactly as though you took a piece of my flesh and gnawed it. It helps neither you nor me. Worry is a waste of energy; it is therefore sin. And to see you waste energy destroys energy in me, so you sin in two ways. Thats surely easy to <say> see.
   As to starting [?] gear why don't you begin taking photographs of yourself - take them all day. And look at them. Then begin to decide which are ‘good' and which are ‘bad' ones. Then try & sort the work bag in your mind before you begin to learn to think & direct your thought. Open your mind & really look into it. Perhaps you wont mind what you see. I mind.
   I must end this letter. If youd like me for a friend as from this Xmas Id like to be your friend. But not too awfully serious, ma chere. The whole difficulty in life is to find the way between extremes - to preserve ones poise in fact to get a hold of the pendulum.
   Jack said he would be delighted to have you whenever you felt like it. He sounds different in his letters, much simpler.
                      Yours ever
                               K.M.[To Ida Baker, 24 December 1922.]