Today we walked round York.
First we went to York St Mary’s.
It was a church. There was art there.
Some words: “Through the refashioning of these inanimate objects we confront our own spacial presence within a collective soundscape.”
It was free.
Yesterday my mum and dad got married.
‘Understand, I’ll slip quietly
Away from the noisy crowd
When I see the pale
Stars rising, blooming over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
Through the pale twilit meadows,
With only this one dream:
You come too.’
Rainer Maria Rilke, from “First Poems.”
Next we we went to the Castle Museum.
Some words: quality, old, stuff.
Some very special words:
Edward Monkton, ‘Love Monkey.’
“Come here,” she said. “I have something for you too.”
In her hand was a tiny golden heart. It was as worn and as scratched as Love Monkey’s own
…and it was the most precious thing that he had ever seen.
Love Monkey put his arms around her and they held each other for a long, long time.
“I shall treasure this heart for as long as I live,” said Dream Monkey, running her fingers over its ridged and dimpled surface.
Then they looked into each other’s eyes and, feeling the joy of truth in their souls for the first time, they began to laugh.
And often they sit together still, holding each other’s hearts in their warm hands, lifting them to the light…and laughing.