May 19 by The Running Son
Storms pass, and we see the intensity of the damage. Rescue comes, and the sun rises.
My personal life storms blew indoors, and left a messy room behind.
Diane. Diana on her birth certificate, or “Di” most commonly. Or before I even know it, “didi, could you help with my messy room?”, and without even noticing it, the most affectionate variation comes naturally rolling out.
Diane is German, and maybe other things, but she has German strength. Hands that can clean with authority, describe with grace, and back-rub with amazing attention to the real tensions. More like a therapy session really. 😉
I didn’t so much meet Diane, as she found me. I emit something like a “dear Lord I’ma drownin” signal. Kinda like a meow really. Di specializes in picking up that frequency. She manipulates back tensions and opens doors to stray kittens (D-Wiley, posed below, behind Sarah), and guys that need someone to organize their messy life.
Diane came up here Thursday night and cleaned my room. I have been sitting here fretting over it for a month. 3 hours of her help, and it makes sense again. I don’t get it. Diane has the ability to intuitively handle projects that have always baffled me.
So my room is clean, my two fat cats that keep me company are cat-smiling. And I am more relaxed, because I got to see her, and watch her work magic, and I think I got the chance to tell her that I never said the things I should of, like “you are amazing at so many things. Your love for music is infectious”, and you have had it hard in life, and it makes sense to me now how much I tried to fit you into my idea of you, and how little I actually looked.
I said some things as she worked hard. I think my head was as messy as my bachelor room. But if I didn’t say it all, or right, that is what letters have always been for, right? But modern day lettering happens on keyboards, and social media makes tributes a rich new experience. I can click on to a website and find someone saying the words my Didi always needed to hear: You are pure starlight. And I dont need a ring to love you for who you are.
Ex doesn’t mean exit
and sunrises are brighter when things are clean. 😉 ☼
The sun always always rises it seems
a view looking up through the great thorn-less Mesquite
at the 5th street house front yard.
The front yard was like a forest jungle tropical desert, arid and hotter than the sun in the Summer. 116░f
my funky yard art and her yard decorating
made for a yard paradise.
D-Wiley had strong gratitude towards Di too.
He is sometimes too manly to man-up, though.
Some how things bloomed when she was around, care-taking.
There was peace under the trellised