Posted by Ursula on Tuesday, 29 July 2008
“Love is a rebellious bird that nobody can tame”.
In these paranoid copyright times I am sorry I can’t name the source; I don’t have it. For all I know it might be one of my brain children.
My next hand written note reads, and that’s definitely me: “Love makes you a jailed bird, in my experience.” It’s not as sour as it sounds. I love loving, I do it with abandon and am totally committed to anyone who has ever touched my heart: Friend, foe, sibling, youngsters, elders and betters; luckily I don’t spread myself widely – otherwise I’d explode.
Once that coil of affection has you in its tight grip, you try and escape it at your peril. I don’t know whether it’s spring delayed but currently everyone in my vicinity appears to be bitten by the bug: old bugs, new bugs, blossoming bugs, itching bugs, yearning bugs, you name it - it’s on my phone, in my inbox. My heart goes out to all of you (for reasons of economy some more than others); I’d like to clasp one or two of you to my bosom, comfort you and tell you everything will be alright.
My own mosquito bite was soothed this morning – by the cooling balm of an email. So all is well, providing it doesn’t end.
U
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