Lynch Pin

There was a house. It sat on the edge of a ravine. The ravine slid down into a deep dark place overgrown with stickers, thorns and briars. As you looked down the slope towards the bottom of the ravine, you got a funny feeling. It seemed as if the darkness further down was swallowing up the daylight. You should be able to see more clearly, but you could not. And the darkness moved.

I usually ended up changing my mind about decending into the ravine. I usually stepped back up to the top, and hoped that the lynch pin held and that the world did not slide down into that dark place.

I'm not sure how we ended up building on that spot. A series of coincidences, I suppose. About like everything else. You think you are making a choice...making an informed decision, but you're only fooling yourself. Its comforting to think that there is order, and that you are in control of something.

however. We ended up building a lovely home on the edge of the deep ravine, and that home ended up being the key that held back the slide. The slide of order into chaos. Light into dark. I won't say the other one. Not that I'm superstitious or anything. It's just better left unsaid.

Living in the Lynch pin is a heavy responsibility. I was only able to survive there, after my divorce, because of the horses. The energy of the horses offset the darkness. I wouldn't have made it without them.

I remember the sunlight coming through the cleristory windows of the great room. I remeber the beam of light shining through the opaque glass panel on the front door making the shape of a dove on the floor.

It was a lovely home. It is the lynch pin.

I unloaded it before the market turned south. It's not that I'm particularly smart or savy. I was lucky. I found someone else ready to buy and step up to occupy the lynch pin. Trouble is, that, along with a host of other things, proved to much for him.

Suicide. Just a couple weeks ago. Went and shot himself. Thank God it wasn't there at the house. It occured somewhere else. Now I don't know what's to become of the place. Somebody has to do it. Otherwise......