What means something to you? I think odd things in our lives sometimes mean a lot. In the madness, I was bombarded by it — bombarded by meaning. The ultimate moment of all creation was just about a daily occurrence, as it were. A television commercial sometimes hid the secret of why everything exists anywhere, a gum wrapper was more precious than if it were foil of pounded gold; you couldn't go two feet without destiny pounding your senses about how a pen was the answer to the universe's fundamental being. They were all misshapen, though, if I think back. A lot of it was non-verbal, not subject to the bounds of logic. If a normal thought was a slip of paper with a word written on it, these were scraps of plastic (that you couldn't write on) with drops of blood on them.
It was almost like a second childhood, horribly disfigured. When you were little, do you remember how some odd toy was your favorite thing? You never knew why, there was just something about it that made you want to hold it, or roll it, or whatever. You look back at that toy, some years later, and remember how much it meant to you. Sometimes, though, you can't quite piece together just why. Weird how there are things that are special for no particular reason, strange how some things still are. But I don't think we need to figure them all out. Even a horribly disfigured childhood remembers those rare moments that don't need explanation — just magic.
stacey
9:08pm sunday, 14th july
sorry i am trying to see if you got my post you write very beautifully i would like to chat sometimes
Lisa Waldrup
6:42pm wednesday, 24th july
How did you ever get better? My son has living in this madness for 10 years. We've had many Drs.and still no big improvement. What can I do to give him a life? I stay on my knees, although I have my times of anger at God. We feel so hopeless. Sometimes I wish I could just kill us both. My son begs me to all the time. Thanks for the message.
lwaldrup@hvacmemphis.com
stacey
Lisa Waldrup
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