Greetings Dear Reader,
Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are
important to get out. Usually I just
write them and put them in my journal folder.
I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.
The weather is such that there is a damp chill in the
air. I pulled out a very old sweater to
keep from getting chilled whilst I prepared dinner and watched Jeopardy. The day has been fairly easy and I am
coasting into the evening.
It is likely that I have not worn this sweater in twelve
years. It is one of my old teaching
sweaters that I used to ward off the damp winter days in Georgia; days much
like today. The temperature is above
freezing but the rain is gelatinous. I
would walk from my office to chapel in sweaters like this one as a coat was too
heavy.
After moving to the northern Midwest this garment was too
light for winters and too heavy for autumn or spring. Instead I reserved it for gaming in the
basement with friends I dearly love and often miss. It is a classic cardigan with too large lower
front pockets. As I am want to do I
slipped my hands into the pockets whilst waiting for my dinner to cook.
In the right pocket was a carefully folded piece of
blue-grey paper. In faded black ink on
it was a short note from Avalon. For those
who do not know Avalon was my spouse and some years ago, chose other things
over our marriage. I do not say that in
a condemning or mean way. It is,
however, true.
The note was sweet, kind, and filled with loving
promise. It spoke of potential and
passion. It used code that was part of
our secret language that made communication easy and fun when we wished it to
be thus. I can still feel the moments
when these notes would appear and the promise they shored and sustained.
So I am sitting here, my meal gone cold. I am longing for something that I will never
have again. I am remembering things that
are beautiful and good. I am wondering
why I have no fellow traveler when I feel the need for one so very deeply. And in all of that, as the tears refuse to
remain in the deep well of my romantic’s soul, I read the note again. I remember that once in a while; for a brief
time I am worth a little romance and the promise of adventure.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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Ouch, Aramis, that had to be hard. But your approach to the incident really is aspiring so thank you and you're in our thoughts and prayers.
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