Life And Love, Per Usual

When my friends Spencer and Marilyn were here visiting many months ago, I handed over my copy of Keith Richard's autobiography, Life, on CD's for them to listen to as they traveled which they do constantly because Spencer is a musician who plays everywhere from here to there and all the way across the ocean and back again.
When they took it, Spencer asked if I wanted them to return it or to pass it on and for some reason, I said to go ahead and pass it on, which I instantly regretted because my children gave that audio book to me and because for years it has been a part of my silly hallway altar where my beloved Virgin of Guadalupe from Mexico lives along with pictures of my children and grandchildren and seashells and beach glass gathered in Cozumel and candles and my silver baby cup and so forth and so on.
I even looked online to buy another copy for myself but it would appear that maybe they're not making it anymore, probably because everyone listens to everything on their devices and by devices, I do not mean CD players.
Or something.
Anyway, today when I went to the post office on the last leg of my walk, I got a package slip in my box and so got in line (and there was an actual line which is most unusual) and the post master handed over a box sent by Marilyn and when I got home and opened it, I found my audio book, held together with rubber bands now because Keith has traveled far which is only appropriate.

I had a little cry, quite literally, and placed my spirit totem animal back on the alter in the hallway between a large conch shell and the beach glass and there he is and I am glad. 

Right now I feel as if I need all of the spirit totems I can gather and frankly, most of my familiars have lost their luster for me but I somehow, Keith Richards never does.

Here. I've posted this before. More than once. But sometimes, it's the only thing that can go directly to my heart and pierce and heal it at the same time. 

Such a beautiful song, written by Gram Parsons, a Winter Haven boy whom Keith Richards met and fell in love with a long time ago.

Substitute the word "life" for the word "love" in the song and it means even more although love is life and will get you through times when life is just too damn hard and hurts too damn much.

Well, that's what I think.

Thank you, Marilyn, for sending old Keith back to me, scarred and used and held together by rubber bands as all of us are by the time its over if we've done any living at all.
Any loving at all.

I don't know much but I know that for sure. Hurt and heal. Keep on.

Love...Ms. Moon