To my old college friend,
I know times are hard and everything everywhere is getting more expensive and hard to come by. That is why it is all the more reason to let go of our love of money. ‘For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.’
It may seem that you have no choice, but there is always a way. You are highly creative, and the route you seem to have chosen now will surely slaughter what is left of your heart and sensitivity. And those are what this grieving planet needs now more than ever. We need your art, not your scraping by to live in an overpriced city. Leave that to people who don’t have your gifts. They need each other. You only need yourself and space and time and silence. And love, above all. (That’s why you need a good dog. I hope you find a way to make that happen.)
This photo is what I imagine your future to look like. Sure the chairs might be nicer, there may be cool art on the walls, you may even be working from home, but the prison is still the same. This is not where you belong. If you feel you must stay where you are for reasons beyond what I know, then find work doing something more like manual labor. ‘Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life: You should mind your own business and work with your hands.’ It is healthier for body and soul, and while it may not be as prestigious, your heart will thank you.
I am a mother at heart. And I have had countless jobs and I know we are kindred spirits. (But really, who doesn’t love MJ?) And the only job I ever, ever just left unannounced was clerical office work. If you are set in your ways, so be it. I wish you luck, cause you’re gonna need it. But I know you.
Ours was always a strange understanding. But it was an understanding.
‘We are many parts of one body, and we all belong to each other.‘ I believe this whole-heartedly. Some people make up the nose, they are the nosey ones. Some people make up the eyes, they are big brother. Some people make up the toes, those are clerical office people. And some people have the heavy burden of being the heart, that’s you and me, brother. Sorry, it is our lot.
You are welcome to come to Texas anytime. My door will always be open. Come down, hear what I’ve been working on. Let’s make a track together. Then go back to “reality” and decide what’s best.
This place makes me think of you often, so I will keep you in my prayers regardless. I wish you well, songbird.
All my love,