This rose is for you, if I could pick it and place it upon your hand I would. i would say two words as I handed it to you, 'Thank you'.
I cannot thank you enough for all the comments, emails and calls I received yesterday. You have lifted my heart from a place it has never been before. I know the post was maybe a bit too personal for some, and many might thought I was being self- indulgent, well so be it. Sometimes you just have to pour it all out, what better place to do it when you are among friends.
Yesterday was rough I will grant you that. I think I have cried more these past few days than in my entire life all put together, and let me tell you, when it comes to tears I am a bit of an expert.
Tears are funny things really. Some people cry easily (me), some find it very difficult to cry. We cry with sadness, with frustration, with anger, with pain. All those bad things bring forth the sea of tears. Strangely though, we also cry with joy, with laughter and with love. Our sea of tears wells up and overflows with emotions both good and bad. We must find a raft, better still a boat (yacht, dingy, ocean liner, barge – you choose) to sail on over the sea of tears. When they are good tears we can stand on our boat and wave and sing, making the most of the moment. When they are the bad tears we can cling on to our boat and know that we will get over the sea of tears and get to the other side, sometime, soon we hope.
Yesterday you all helped me to build my boat. Mine is like a Greek fishing boat. It is red and blue with white trim and a little sail. It isn't fancy, it bobs on the water and the sail flutters in the breeze, it will not cross the Atlantic, but hopefully it will cross this sea and take me to the other side.
With the rose I give you Madelaines, sweet little cakes from France. Let us sit together eating cake, drinking tea and talking of the boats that will sail us out of the sea of tears.
Thank you again for helping me to build my boat. What boat would you have?