Starfish & Coffee

Tough week for Suzyruth.
The Artist formerly  known as Prince has left his body.
maple syrup and jam

I have a bunch to say about how deeply Prince soothed me, how DNAly he made my view of the world a more beautiful place to be in.

On the verge of being obscene. So not obscene, just on the verge of being obscene.

Jerk your body like a horny pony would. Okay. I’ll do that. That sounds fun.

Your seat cushion may be used as a floatation device.  So practical.

There is a story about starfish: briefly stated and gender neutralized, it goes like this:

 A person was walking along the beach. It was low tide, and the sand was littered with thousands of stranded starfish that the water had carried in and left on the beach.
The person knew the starfish would die if left on the beach’s dry sand ,but figured there was no way to help help them all, so chose to do nothing and continued walking.
In a bit, this person walking and stepping over starfish came upon a small child on the beach who was frantically throwing one starfish after another back into the sea. The starfish walking person stopped and asked the child, “What are you doing?”
“I’m saving the starfish,” the child replied.
“Why waste your time?… There are so many you can’t save them all so what does is matter?” said the starfish walker.
Without hesitation, the child picked up another starfish and tossed the starfish back into the water… “It matters to this one,” the child explained.

Prince is the little one throwing us back into the ocean. I suppose Prince was frantic because time was so of the essence. You really mattered to me.

I take solace in knowing how many others you also tossed back into the churning ocean.

Thank You Sweet Prince,

rest in peace as little oceans come out of my eyes.


Suzanne Ruth Faulkner