Was in town yesterday evening, meeting a couple of bruised souls.

And I know, they are not the only ones around me, going through the rough patches in life these days.

Somehow, they are the very ones who loaned me some strength to deal with my predicament these days.

Nothing much for me to say, really.

Except, Thank You.

Today is weird. I feel well. I don’t feel devastated.

I spoke to person after person after person after person….

Yet, story after story that unfolded, touched me a great deal.

Suddenly, I thought of the date nearing, 11/12 November. Next couple of days. Gee. Tomorrow, in fact.

Yes Yang, it’s about you.

November, is always an emotional month for me.

Had been so, since I was 16.

I ended up bursting out in tears. Er, don’t worry, it was just a momentarily outburst that lasted less than -laughs- a minute. (Weakling!!!)

In fact, less than 10 seconds, I stopped the tears.

I thought of cheering the girlies up yesterday, and bought a couple of post cards.

I browsed but didn’t find anything that I adore.

Until.

Vincent Van Gogh. Starry Night.

I remembered an old friend in Cambridge who had sent me a post card with the picture on it.

That was, the London days.

And, the song came to mind.

Vincent (Starry Starry Night) – Don Mclean

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

Stay well, ladies.

Be strong. Or I am sure we can have our therapeutic ladies’ night to lend strength to each other.

Whee.

I love having girl pals.

Genuine, sincere, non-bitchy, non-competitive ones, that is.