A Spiritual Woven Signal

“The child plays. The toy boat sails across the pond. The work is just begun. Oh child, look what you have done!”

Jon Gregory

1966

When I read Rena Easton lost her beloved husband and daughter, I wept.

Just after I wrote the sentence above, Christine Wandel, called me from New York. Her and Stephen Eins had a misunderstanding, and she was crying. She thought she had lost him. I reassured her she had not.

I then asked Chris if she remembers the painting I was doing when we lived together in a grand Victorian in Oakland. Chris fell in love with me when she saw me doing this painting. She was my best friend’s woman. After they had a fight, she came to my bed naked, and ended my days as a virgin. I was twenty years of age. The year is 1967. We have remained dear friends ever…