This is a work in progress, too. Many “Works in progress”. It’s part of the perfectionist thingy. It bothers me. It’s never enough. But, I try to remind myself, “You can strive for excellence, not perfection”. If These Walls Could Talk 2 wasn’t my muse.
“One day the river will overflow.
And there’d be no where for us to go.
And we would run wishing we had put out the fire.”
- Asa’s Fire on the Mountain.
In her final days, Nelo used to tease me saying I would have her close by if I poured her ashes to serve as manure for the mango tree we had planted earlier this year. That fantasy never materialised into reality; her family members crushed my dreams to dust when they thumbed through the pages of Holy Scripture to say cremation was sinful.
“She lived a sinful life,” her brother seethed at me through clenched teeth and eyes filled with disdain. “At least let us help her do something right.” Continue reading “Regrets and Hope”