On Sunday night I shook myself awake
certain I could hear my old fella,
our dear dog Ted
barking his little yelp from downstairs
in later years, he did this bark-cry for company
when he could no longer climb the stairs
starting to rise, I threw back my covers
and looked at the clock, 4:44 am
and our old fella
has been gone three weeks
For the past two evenings I have been watching
the new Ken Burns documentary on
Leonardo da Vinci
painter, draughtsman, engineer, scientist, theorist, sculptor and architect
absolutely fascinated by the inexhaustible, extensive workings
and output
of one man’s incredible
mind
that still, in so many ways
touches countless aspects
of the world
today
This morning, I finished reading The Barn by Wright Thompson
a book that has completely swallowed me
whole
a book that has made my stomach churn
that I have sat through most,
tensely,
remorsefully,
hand over mouth
tears blurring lines
I am a curious person, compassionate, empathetic
a reader
I like to learn, about people’s
stories
I like to try, to understand things
possibly things, far, far
beyond
my
understanding
and maybe most of all, I am a
feeling person
have been known to
internalize
the pain of others
to
carry things on my skin
until I can find my way, back
to loving kindness
again
this book came highly recommended
and was gifted, by myself, to
myself
for my birthday
but I wasn’t sure…
if I could
do it
I have well over a thousand books in my house
a great many I have read,
some still waiting
their turn
This book, The Barn
The Secret History of A Murder in Mississippi
by Wright Thompson
will go
among my very favourite reads
of
all
time
and I will always, and repeatedly
highly,
highly recommend
that you
read
it.
Thank you Wright Thompson, sincerely
for this
understanding
and to those whose life’s work
continues to keep the memory of Emmett Till
alive ♥ -^- ♥