Hello Earth #9

Hello Earth

Here I am, not long come from a visit to Ange for cuppa and chat, our first since lockdown. It was not only a catch-up, but a remembrance and celebration of our dear friend Phill, on the anniversary of his death last year — Phill who (how many years ago?) when Ange came to live near me, told us both we should meet. When we finally did, he proved so right: instant kinship between us, as well as with him. It’s good, now, to have someone else here who understands what a special bloke he was.

Earth, I bet you know all who live in your embrace — however many, however briefly. Do you miss him? His music, his art, his poetry? His beautiful soul? I think you must. He walked lightly upon you, living simply. He was a being of love, and gave it out to other living beings. (Ange sent me home tonight with a herbal tea called Love, a blend of organic rose, chamomile and lavender.)

Leaning in, I reminisce about old meetings on various Christmas visits to his home town that used to be mine. Talks we had about literature, politics and mysticism. He was so well-read! 

Listing gratitudes, I could go on for paragraphs — I have so many! I guess it all comes down to one huge cause for gratitude: he lived, we knew him. 

Offering a sip of cinnamon tea to the moon and stars, we toasted him, clinking our cups. We like to think he heard.