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By Julian Wash | Rattleberry Pie
Dear Humans,
Today I wish to return to your awareness an aspect of the Human condition that words can hardly express. It’s a path that leads to a place euphemistically referred to as nowhere. It’s a journey of still reflection and quiet repose that entwines the shadows of yesterday with dreams that never were. It’s a road that ends beneath a solitary lamp light, clarifying the evening amber. And within this hallowed glow, the umbra of solitude, there’s a vision of finality.In this light, an empty house sits where a home used to be. And through the window glass one can see from the outside looking in.
In the late sixties a band from England known as “The Zombies” released an album containing a fairly obscure track entitled “A Rose for Emily.” The song title was said to have been inspired by William Faulkner’s work of the same name. Though uniquely different in message, both renditions contain emotionally charged elements of tragic love and loneliness.
With Valentine’s Day once again upon us there will be flowers and chocolate and many heartfelt words of love and appreciation. It’s very hard to say exactly what magical ties bind two people together but when hearts are sewn they beat as one -and the ensuing rhythm echoes through eternity.
Today, from where I stand, I can see a tiny mound where a garden used to grow. It’s been long abandoned and forgotten. But through a thicket of weeds there appears a single flower of breathtaking intrigue. It’s a rose. It would seem nobody told this rose the garden was over and done.
So I invite you to take a little walk with me into a somber garden -and maybe somewhere along the way a rose might come to be.