On April 27, 2007, I started a brand new journal. I had about three months to go at L’Arche. At the end of each day, I would make a big X on my calendar. On the beginning of each day, I would do a countdown. 91 days left. Then I would try to figure out what date was 91 days ago and whether it felt like a long time had passed or not. Usually it felt like a very long time had passed. I was twenty-one years old, and I’d already lived at L’Arche for twenty months.
|Frog and Toad Are Friends|
|Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator|
Do I stay everywhere too long?
Simon thought I was really fucked up and hopeless, but that I had some talent for writing.
Maybe one day all this will be an excellent novel. For now, it stays between the covers of my Frog and Toad journal, and here. One of the cards in my journal has a baby gorilla on it. I’ve always had a thing for primates, and this card is from my mother. She wrote it for me when I was in the psych ward in Kingston, having overdone it on the Ex-lax.
Let’s transcribe the whole card. My mom can have the last word.
|Mom, Sister, Me.|
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I Let Go
Not Separate From All That Is