Secret messages
I have a lot to write so much so that I had to jot it all down in my notebook I will post it later as soon as I'm hungry again I took myself to the Naked City Brewery and had a fried green tomato and spinach sandwich and I am so full I'm rolling around on the floor like a manatee trying to get through a narrow salt water fed river
here is a secret message written on a madrona that is shedding its second layer of bark exposing the bright green underneath these are the most amazing trees I took this photo at my beach yesterday look at that sky O July how I adore thee!
here is a secret message written on a madrona that is shedding its second layer of bark exposing the bright green underneath these are the most amazing trees I took this photo at my beach yesterday look at that sky O July how I adore thee!
yesterday during one of the power outages I was dusting (I have discovered some unsavory stuff about the people who used to live here I believe they were collecting several welfare checks for their own children and relatives I know because they were exceedingly slow in having their mail swapped to their new address) in the childrens' room which is now the library I discovered this secret message scratched lightly into the window sill with a needle or push-pin so lightly I never noticed it until yesterday the window lock was broken in this room when I moved in I hope whomever wrote this brave message got away I promise I will never paint over it just around it and I send messages to the Animal Gods that all is well now
everything is important
there are no accidents
love
posted by Radish King at 3:51 PM
10 Comments:
Oh my heart.
Mary I know you felt the all over quaking I felt. One reason we did sage smudging in each room before we moved in.xo
The story is in what isn't said. All is well now. Love.
Oh God I hope that person is okay. Not painting it over is one of the reasons I love you.
R, today I read and reflected. I haven't been able to do that in a healing way for 4 years at least. You gave me shoes when I literally had nothing with which to cover my crushed foot. Love
Joanne I am full of mystical and hard scrabble ideas. I am thrilled that you are listening. This is how we heal each other.
Love
No, there are no accidents. Everything about Summer's End seems to be your destiny. You were the perfect person to discover, understand and revere the message. I wonder sometimes about that little girl you had such a connection with who used to live there. I hope she was not the writer. Much love.
Xoxo
Barbara
That's one powerful message and scratched with vigor. He or she got his or her way and got away.
Barbara I believe it too. I hope it isn't that sweet child. I wanted to teach her violin lessons but they seem to have all disappeared. I think of her though every single day. I strongly believe you can change a child's life in a single meeting. I believe that she and I were destined to meet even for that short moment when we discussed all things music and New York. Love
Dear The Rabbit Lady, words are powerful. I believe whomever so carefully etched her message sent a star of hope into his or her own universe. Love
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