Starry, starry night
Sometime long ago, I may have posted this song to this site. It takes on new meaning tonight, with my friend’s stories of unresolved memories and pain of love and loss. I remember what that’s like. I have plenty of my own. It wasn’t that long ago.
Vincent van Gogh and his brother, Theodore, left me with lots of stories of their lives that might relate to my own. They couldn’t have possibly known at the time, that their stories could benefit me and others like me. We are all artists and observers, storytellers and listeners, touching and the touched. We don’t always know in the moment. I am thankful I observe, listen, and touch.
Song for the night: Vincent – Don McLean: “..but, I could have told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.”