All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. |
A Tribute to ๐ Stan Stanley ๐, one of the good ones Writing.com forgot: The Veld โSo hows life treating you?โ Wobbling my hand, "comme ci comme ca.โ Phrases I have used countless times throughout my life without thinking twice just carried on with my routine for the day. (I)n the early hours of the next morning, when I went to bed, I was starting to drift into what I call neither world, neither here nor there. It is between being awake and sleeping, my body relaxed mind at peace with myself. It is also when I am most vulnerable to unwarranted fears and unwanted thoughts. It was then a thought lay on the empty stage of my mind, like a white plastic carrier packet laying on an empty street at night, in the circle of a street light, waiting for the wind to sweep it up. The thought was waiting for me to carry it away. Knowing from past experience trying to sleep would be more exhausting than getting up, I got up quietly made myself a cup of coffee and sat outside on the porch pondering on the thought: โSo hows life treating you?โ Herman Charles Bosman once said, "Sometimes at night when the world is very still, a soft wind comes sweeping across the veld. Then, if you are outside and listen very carefully, you can hear the story it has to tell." Miss you, my friend. Brian All rights belong to him. Attribution to a deeply reflective, poignant man who suffered 'high grade' bladder cancer. My sorrow for his departure from our community. Please share his words and memory. |