Tuesday, October 26, 2010
I've been dealing with this issue lately about the pro's and cons of having pictures of "ex's" in the house. Most of the people I have pictures of have passed away, but some I understand are still with us. When relationships end, its like an entire span of history has to fit into some sort of category and this feels very odd to me. I don't want to pack it up and pretend it didn't happen---and I've done both. For awhile I put all the pictures away of the people I've cared for---whether friends, or former partners, or relations. That didn't feel right either. My house is filled with pictures of people I love or have loved. It seems better to keep those faces uncovered rather than hidden in a drawer, or as my former friend Billy Bob once did, bring them all up to the ranch and burn them screaming "Die Mother F*ucker! Die you c*nt! My neighbors loved that.
Still, I truly believe you can't know where you are going unless you've made peace with where you've been. I guess sometimes that takes fire. Or Hobby Lobby and a 50% off sale on frames.
Tom, and the fact that he came back into my life last fall, to me is a testament to this sort of hope. I rode with him down to Arizona and he's trying to get me a referal to the MAO clinic---we'll see what comes of that. Todays postings and some for the next few days are shots of that trip. And a testament to the power of prayer.