Salisbury Plain

I’m watching the sunset over Stonehenge live feed. It’s kind of amazing living in the future (though, of course, we still have a lot of the living in the past that we are still doing to stop.) and seeing things that have meaning to me even though I can’t get there.

The inevitable train of thought starts in my head. Sometimes I have work backward through them because I’ve forgotten how I got so off piste in my mental gymnastics.

Today it was Stonehenge > Salisbury > Solsbury Hill (no, I know it isn’t the same place) > Peter Gabriel > Here Comes The Flood > Douglas > Oh. He’s dead. and that is where the train jumps the track.

Douglas died. He was only a few years older than me. And he’s already dead.

Another casualty of my last 7 years in hell since Tex died. Everyone died. My best friend Mikey, then Tex, then Marsha, then Tex’s mom, then… well, it just kept going.

I’m tired.

Heavy thoughts at Litha. The longest night I’ve been living through for 7 years needs to emerge into the longest day.

I bid you peace and love. So mote it be.

Blessed be, y’all.