The lessons of this week have been many.
Of thinking first.
Of continuing to think on all this and forgetting nothing.
I am full of gratitude for what I have learned and will continue to learn.
The greatest lesson is love.
Many people reached out to me with both love and forgiveness and for that I am deeply grateful.
The lessons of this week will sink in over the coming months and I hope that I will never be the same person again.
Poetry is where I started.
To poetry, I return.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
BY T. S. ELIOT
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo…
And in short, I was afraid.