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.
I mentioned last week that my bird died. There is a aftereffect that has visited me of
which I was unaware until today. I have
written before about things that surround my writing space and those things significance
to my world. Sitting where the bird’s
cage used to be is the stool upon which it rested.
The stool is hand painted.
It is black with ferrets on it.
The ferrets were also pets that once enriched my life. They too have passed on. Further, the stool was a gift from someone
who no longer speaks to me. She is
Avalon’s sister and painted the stool as a gift for us when we were still
together.
A simple wooden barstool is a reminder of so much loss. Yet I would not part with it. I still treasure the girt that was given, the
pets it represents, and the family that is lost to me. It is strange how these things descend upon
our minds with a cruelty that cannot be imagined. It is also strange how quickly I can remember
moments of joy associated with each of these things.
I hold no less love for the people involved in this remembering. I do not feel the need for pity or comfort concerning
it. What I do feel is the deep sense
that simple things can confound us and force us to chain together events so
that we deal with loss instead of burying it.
Yet in this season of gratitude I would rather recall how thankful I am
for the art, the pets, and the love that still perches upon this stool.
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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