A Candle Glowed
My Mother Served Us in Good Times and Bad
Wake-up feel: 6.
A light went out last night. A candle glowed through the night till sunrise.
My mother died in the night, in a hospital more than six thousand kilometres west of here. The candle was my watch — the watch that could be kept at this distance.
03:03, the first birds. 04:15, more of them. I got up, greeted the rising sun, did the exercises, prepared the day. Now the Müllrose station, sitting, waiting for the train.
Blüte all day — a flower day. The ascending lunar node at eight; the calendar says the garden rests in the hours around it. I am not in a garden. I am on a platform.
Yesterday I wrote that she cooked for us, cared for us, was there with us. Today the tense changes. Everything else stands.
She served us in good times and bad. A husband, eight children, food on the table through all of it. Der Boden trägt — for seventy-two days that sentence meant the ground under my body. Yesterday it also meant her. That tense does not change.
Today Julika runs in Beeskow. Then circus training. I will be there for both. Tomorrow, early, the road back to Gut Nisdorf — until the eighteenth.
We are because she was.
"Seven places were on the table. The number was never the question. Now I am listening, the direction has been read. I am here to serve, with. The needs of the people who have been close to me all these years belong in this too."
Day 73 — Phase 11 — Thought — Gallbladder — Onyx — Ubuntu
Gut Nisdorf, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Baltic Coast
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