5838. THANK YOU ALL

THANK YOU ALL

Thank you all for the kind cards and letters

coming in  -   yes, a part of me died and your

condolences are appreciated. It was buried in the

churchyard last Tuesday noon : part feelings, part

intention, part love and part hate. Right from birth

no one was sure what it really was. At some point

shaped like a bleeding heart, it in turn kept changing

shape  -  pitchfork, pick-axe, flaming arc. The light

of the morning always found this thing awake, awake

and screaming  -  seeking a solace or at least a refreshment.

I offered it all sorts of things, but it was always insatiable in

needs : consuming things  -  paints, pencils, coffee cups,

wrappers, bundles and ideas. Bedraggled was I, as a parent,

unsure of where to go with what I mat have had. What should

I do with this weirdsome gift : 'gift' did I say? Oh my.

Thank you all anyway.