This is, or was Rosie. I don’t know what happened to her. She is so beautiful and lively in this picture, surrounded by the coppery colours of the beach in Bamburgh. She’s the golden girl. She got ill, some believe she was poisoned by a neighbour.
My question is: do we really need evil in our lives?
Why can’t we just live the best of our lives and feelings and then just vanish? Die at 25 like in some crazy sci-fi idea of a brave new world.
Today is one of those ‘black dog’ days for me.
I want the little black Rosie to stop being angry at herself, to glide through nasty behaviours as if they did not exist.
I cannot bring myself to say ‘nasty people’ – because I believe everyone is inherently good. Or do I?
