reconnection

This garden universe vibrates complete
Some, we get a sound so sweet
Vibrations reach on up to become light
And then through gamma, out of sight
Between the eyes and ears there lie
The sounds of color and the light of a sigh
And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe
But it’s all around if we could but perceive
To know ultra-violet, infra-red, and x-rays
Beauty to find in so many ways
Two notes of the chord, that’s our full scope
But to reach the chord is our life’s hope
And to name the chord is important to some
So they give it a word, and the word is OM…
moody blues

The Wonderful Love of Manny Feek and Mercy Bow Coo

It was the love story of all love stories. The tale of Manny and Marcy was said to be the all time story of love in the valley and was the standard that all love would be set by and here is why.

In the year of ‘39 there was a lovely pair of people who seemed to be deemed by god to love. His name was Manny Feek, a local hobo and roustabout who never had any real means of his own, but was loved by the community as a jack of all trades.

She Was Marcy Bow Coo, a lovely and talented lady who took over Phyllis O’Fickle’s book store after her episode. She would read to the children and it is said came from a better off family than most, although her meager life would belie that rumor.

They met in the very earliest of Early Year, as Marcy hired Manny to parch the roof of the store. He was Gallant and fine as a tramp could be, but there was something in his eye that caught hers and they were married not more than two months later.

It was a love of reckless abandon. They would play in the streets and sing until the Lighters came. Their nights spent at the finest eateries as they threw money and caution to the wind. Some said Manny was taking advantage of the girl, but soon changed their minds when they saw the couple together. It was a love blessed by god.

That year seemed extra sunny because of their love. The wind was warm and only just enough rain to make the crops grow. On holidays they would throw huge parties. The children would receive gifts of books and toys that Manny made from dead wood. The grown ups played adult games and drank as music played sometimes till dawn!

Marcy created a donation for the poor folk of the village so that no one would need to go to bed without food and Manny hired on the less skilled of the town to do the work he used to do. It was a good time in the valley, a good time for all.

It was in the beginning of later year when Marcy seemed to slow her pace. She tired much easier than before and she looked less radiant as the Latter year went by. Soon she took to her bed and Manny did all that he could for her.

He had the best healers in the valley from all the races come to her side, which he never left, but in the middle of Latter year, just before Dead Sons day, Marcy died in her sleep on a bitter cold day.

The giants said it was her heart, the elfish spoke of a bug in her mind and the humans all said it was her leap into excess that took her from the world. Manny believed it was him. He had taken the delicate flower he had so admired and turned her into something she was not, and the not killed her.

The funeral was beautiful as the blanket of white opened up to her. There was a curtain of fog that hung over the town, it was said that god took her in his arms that day refusing to let such a wonder touch the dirty ground.

Manny was broken for the rest of his life. He spent all his time setting at Marcie’s grave, never moving never speaking simply setting by his true loves side as his vows demanded of him. There were families in the Valley who took him food and hot drink. The covered him in blankets and would set and try to comfort him, in the hopes that his devotion to her would not be his own destruction.

On the first day of Early year. When the Flowers bloom their tapestry of color, Manny lay down on the earth beside his wife and fell asleep, never to wake again. He had written a letter to her begging her forgiveness and hoping that they would soon meet in the next world to be happy in the end.

I cant say if that ever happened. No one knows what lies beyond death, but I can say that in the year of ‘40, a rose bush grew over the graves of Manny and Marcie. It bloomed red and yellow roses and grew to form a small hut over the two. Their graves were called Gods Cottage for the fact that their love was so pure and so true, that their bodies were sheltered for all to remember.

Now in the valley, weddings are often held in the sight of Gods Cottage. It’s meant as a blessing that the couple should have the love of Manny and Marcie. That once a vow is taken to be at the side your true love, that vow can never be broken.

As we all know a love like that is a once in a lifetime thing and though many couples wish for such a thing, it rarely is the case. There are those who try, there are those who fail and there are those who shrivel up in the arms of marriage and whither away.

Every First day, when the Valley explodes with color and the air is filled with the perfumes of lilac, roses and lilies, God’s cottage bursts forth again to invite the young to a magic place.

I would set in sight of the rose bush myself and wish for a love that could never die until I realized that a wish is merely an opportunity that is ignored.