The journey took many more twists and turns, with travels through many other dark tunnels before I began to realise this. My continuing work as a sculptor also played a powerful role, in that each piece, an image from the heart, led me to other unlived parts of myself, each with its own story and a key to unlock the next mystery.
And so it goes on...The rainbow has many colours, but like a dream it is only around for fleeting moments, and no matter how much we run towards it, we never seem to get any closer. It simply fades away into memory. And, like God, it is not something we can ever hang on to. But to experience its presence, in all its pure, vibrant colours, will always fill our hearts with joy. And that's all we can really hope for.
We are here,
we are not wanting.
We can all now love,
and laugh
and share our thoughts.
We can forget pride,
and live,
can't we?
Bambs, 14 February 1976
St. Valentine's Day