Dear Ms
Nixie,
I’ve come
back to tell you I could fly. I’ve also come back to tell you that I made it my
business to study crawling too. I suppose there was something about both I
wanted to capture and well, I couldn’t quite make up my mind which of the two
felt more free and which way I would rather be, on the ground, steady steady,
hobbling forwards, or soaring through the air in full glide. It’s come to pass
from where I am, on the space time continuum, that you have been a Time Tourist
from the early years and that you have found, true as gold, a window to the
fourth dimension via some sort of four dimensional geometric equation and a
time travelling device. I wanted to welcome you back to anywhere between 1904 and
2000, my life. You’re always welcome and perhaps you could bring back to the
here and now a little of my legacy, for the ocean, for women in science, for
those who seek freedom.
Yours
Truly,
Ila
Loetscher
Dearest
Ila,
My
goodness, from the deepest and richest depths of my nerdely turtely soul I am
most humbly grateful to make your acquaintance. Why I have been a fan of yours
for some years and the chance to meet you, the great “Turtle Lady”, would be a
sheer delight and wonderful honour. I owe much to women such as yourself who
paved the road forward for all of womankind and men too and us in general, that
equality might be more fully reached for all to enjoy. I could always relate to
your life as it happens. I found you in a library. You were on the inside of a
hard casing when I saw you, in a book, as soft and as strong as life itself. Hiding
in one’s shell is the plight of the shy, stricken introvert but it’s ones like
this that plod along all the same. And then I found not only had you worked
tireless hours to save the endangered Kemp’s Ridley turtle and later setting up
a Not for Profit corp for preserving sea turtles, that you were also an
aviator, the first native Iowa pilot. I must say I was more than impressed. It’s
obviously sheer serendipity that you should contact me just when I needed you
the most. I suppose what you taught me, was that there are many ways to fly. Even
a turtle can fly, well not just the teenage ninja variety either. Like all of
us, the Turtle just needs the right environment, the right conditions, the right
supporters, to get her glide on, in the water, free and beautiful and in
between she/he/ they stop and start and hide and move forward step by step. I
suppose what I mean to say is, flying or not flying, your island Ila built a
community of connectivity and one of the small steps that became a more giant
leap later on. Sure, there’s the un- doers out there who forget, but I remembered
you and you found me and perhaps someone else will take the next step forwards reading
these words.
Yours
Truly,
Nixie
Nicla.
Dear Ms
Nixie,
Why thank
you darling for your words. BTW might the world have a little squiz at your
time travelling device, there’s not been all that much action since Mr Micky
Fox and the Flux Capacitor
Yours
Truly,
Ila xx
Dear Ila,
Oh it’s not
all that hard. I simply close my eyes, feel deeply, open them and I’m there,
the past, the present the future. The heart is the time machine you see. That’s
what a heart is Ila. Let me just say that even when brawn has gone,
gratitude and tenderness can mostly live on in the hearts of us all. For the most
part this is true and so I thank you.
Nixie xx.
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