A cool evening, early November in the high desert, nice, clear, crisp evening, the sun... so lovely, silently setting, keeping time with the rhythm of the moment, life in motion, activity all around as workers, hospital personal, security guards, parking lot attendants, visitors to the hospital and people starting another shift, propel themselves about, moving from place to place under a bright, beautiful, half moon, swollen with luxurious light ~In the middle of all this I notice two little, golden-haired, puddin heads. They sat in front of me with who, I figured to be their mother. She spoke with an accent, maybe South Africa, the Netherlands, not sure, really doesn't have any bearing on the story. I asked the mother if the little boy and little girl were twins after figuring out if they could be about the same age. They seemed like they were about four years old. I had to ask outright; "Do we have twins here?" Mother said; "Yes, we do!" with a smile that lit up her face. "I'm a twin, too," I gushed, "and I have a twin brother!" The twins and mother turned to take a look at this other twin. I asked how many minutes apart the twins are and she said, "one minute." "Cesarean huh?" I asked. Mother nodded in agreement. I mentioned Mark being four minutes older than me and I've been told that, in some cultures like Nigeria and elsewhere, if you wait it out without your "womb mate" and end-up the last one standing so to speak, the last one out, that you are considered, more patient, wiser, more mature, therefore the oldest. I must have mentioned two or three times during that little trip, lasting only a few minutes, how special twins are. My heart filled to the top, actually overflowed with the magic of the moment, as time and space rushes by. When joy and sadness mix, it makes for a curious, wondrous concoction, serendipity exemplified~
As I unlocked the door of my pick-up, to go home, I happened to look up, behind my left soldier, where the early evening, fat, half-moon shines it's magnificent smile and light on me. I wondered if the dark side of the moon this evening was any less the other half of the moon, because it couldn't be seen. I realized right then... that even tho' I can't see Mark, I know he is here, there, somewhere, somehow, then, now and into the future we go, forever twins. It's gotta be, I tell myself to make sense of his absence with the presence of a half-moon, knowing the other half of the moon is there, still attached and very much a part of the whole. Way cool connection. I'll take that as a kiss from the heaven's, sweet, soft whispers from on high, from the center, outside, inside out, all around, up and down... messages, signs, signals, warnings, writing on the wall, wings waving with arms full of love, light, laughter ~
So yes... Thanks Neil, for the ride, thanks so much...first rate, for sure!
