Behind the Stained Glass Window

By Thunderhoof

I am not a story writer, and I have never claimed to be one. I leave that to the experts among our Ren Girls, who, I think, are far more skilled than me, with words! They tell me this isn't so, but I know it is. Such is life!

But, I am a story teller. I really enjoy bringing words to life, recording my thoughts and feelings about a show I have loved for more years than I care to count. Ask me to recite a poem, or a story, and I'm ya Roo! Preferably with a glass of Rough Red in hand! It's always helped to open my mind and grease the throat, if you know what I mean. I also like to do things with my hands, even though they're also trying to let me down, these days! Nothing lasts forever, it seems…

But, when I was asked to contribute to this interesting topic, the whole idea of wondering about what actually lies behind Vincent's stained glass window intrigued me. I've attended many conventions over the years, and there are still new topics of conversation that come up. Ideas that none of us ever thought about until someone wrote it, or asked the question. I go, "Huh, now why didn't I think of that!?"

I seem to remember reading a story once, quite a while back, that there used to be a candle behind Vincent's window, so that there was always light. Maybe even a whole bunch of candles. My thinking was about Rebecca making such candles that would burn for quite some time – maybe 24 hours – and what an honour it would be to be the one who places those candles behind Vincent's window.

But, how the heck you would get behind the glass to renew them when they'd melted down, I don't know. There has to be a way to get behind the window from Vincent's chamber. Maybe a hidden door, a rock cut-back, or an entrance we've never seen, but we know has to be there. Surely, that's the only explanation.

In Remember LoveVincent smashed the window, in his despair. We saw there was a bleak stone corridor behind it. This has to have been from Vincent's own imagination, because there had to be more behind that glass than stark nothingness. I like to think so. I couldn't bear it if there was just nothing.

Therefore, I go back to my idea that there are candles behind that lovely window, and their light shines through, to show that all's right with the world Below.

Of course, if I had my way, I'd be the one who owned the privilege of replacing those candles, when they've burned down to stubs. As I said, I'm good with my hands, and that would be such a fun job to have. Of course, those stubs would be recycled into new candles. Nothing is ever wasted.

Think about that idea, for a moment, and smile. I'd be getting to see Vincent every day. Talking to him, reciting poetry with him, reading his books when he's not around. Lying on his bed, and just dreaming. Now, there is an idea!

It's my story, and I'm sticking with it! Dreams are free, right?

Much love'n'hugs from Skip, Your Roo…