I wake at 5:17am sensing instantly that today I will lose my voice.  My head cold makes its way into my throat and chest.  It is here where the words live, the feelings reside.  I can feel the undoing.  I am being rendered silent.

There is both fear and relief in the dark morning.  All is quiet but for the crickets.  Jeb sleeps.  I grab a lozenge and catch a glimpse of a huge planet in the sky.  I’ve never seen one so close, so big.  I do believe it’s Venus.

I linger in the solace of this silence.  A soft cushion of spaciousness that sifts the air and opens my mind.

Should I stay silent about what tosses with me on this morning’s pillow.  Will giving voice to it (or keyboard letters) somehow set the story free?

Or are some things better left unsaid?

If the Archives are about chronicling the story, then where else but here to express the quiet thread that sits below the surface of these last days?  Last week in Lulu’s letter there was reference to a follow up to the love story with the rocket engineer (The Private Door Swings Open).  For now I could skip Part 2, and even 3, because presently this script is in the Final Scene.

For those just catching up, the plot summary would go something like:

Woman sings eighties love song in steaming moonlight (reference Love and Woo Woo with INXS) and instantly meets dashing gentleman (the rocket scientist) who asks her to travel the world with him.  Long-distance love affair ensues spanning California, India and Hawaii.  Enter woman’s six year old son for intense dramatic tension.  Exit dashing man who continues loving from a distance, climbing mountains round the world while woman stays at sea level.  Google chat provides comfort and frustration.  Woman ends remote relationship with love and good wishes, completing the decision with a ceremonial fire on Independence day. Read more