Architects and Path People

I've been thinking about Cookie Mueller and her writings.  She had a way of comforting me like no other with her vignettes about various people she came into contact with and how they shaped her life.  I'm thinking about the people in my life, most of whom are dotted about all over the place, and yet there are people emerging in my immediate surroundings who deserve due credit, as well as the ones I miss and long for overseas.

It's odd to compare people you've only shared a coffee or two with, or a desolate evening in too fake a setting to be able to still my restlessness, with those from years of combined paths.  I carry those 'path people' with me; the likes of L-Star, Faerie Godmother Trainee and my coffee and cake friends.  Even the Russian Countess, now exiled to Germany, comes along with me in my mind.  Particularly since my current connections to Russia are stronger than I'd envisaged being here in a country so detrimentally affected by that nation.  To all of these and the other path-walkers, I give you my utmost respect and gratitude.  And I miss you.

To those who are emerging in my present path, I must be more embracing.  I have so little background information to go on that it is childishly unfair to start to compare those who have shown themselves to be kind and thoughtful with the familiar 'knowns'.  I'm sorry for being so dismissive.  Sometimes I can't decipher the divide between a world that allowed what's happened and the one I inhabit.  There must be a border somewhere, a frontier I can cross and be safe from what went before.  I want to feel at home with the providers and architects even though I used to hang out with poets and painters.  Maybe the architect has a fine wine collection and a soothingly warm sofa and prints of buildings I really ought to see? 

I'll be bringing my peace offering tomorrow.  I hope it will suffice.  And I am, truly, sorry.