change of scene

What I appreciated as I went through the material remains of Sheik Ken’s life was that he kept relationships maintained. On the end of the desk was a box of blank cards. He’d kept one our friend Benny had made; I’d copied and distributed it a few holiday seasons ago, “Blessed, happy &(heart icon) holy be your days!” He’d bequeathed everything else, after his murids and son Jared got want they wanted, to those beloved faery folks who came during the few days of the annual gathering for morning coffee and poetry reading at his place. After the community takes what it wants, it’ll be a facilities office, rather than the warm and welcoming haven it had been. There’s impermanence in each cycle, the places and cast of folks change, but dear friends are a gift you can give yourself.