I have been thinking about my friend Kitty. She is going through a tough time with a mutual friend of ours. I am also having a hard time with this person, but we both realize...all good things must come to an end. It's not an end, we have to remember, it is a change for the better. In the end.

I wanted Kitty to read this poem from beginning to end, but it is incredibly long and intricate. It is T.S. Eliot's The Wasteland, and it is an incredible peice. But here I quote the beginning of the peice:


I. The Burial of the Dead
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

So, Kitty, remember: you will be kept warm even though you're a bit cold right now. Hang in there. I am thinking of you.