It’s a dark shadowy day in the woods, a sad day in every café and dinner. A moment of silence to say goodbye–the Log Lady‘s gone. I will miss her.
I think I’ve seen her out there once or twice. She was sitting alone drinking coffee with the log in her arms. I regret I didn’t talk to her. I should have asked her something, even just the time. Although I don’t think she would care about time.
She knew things and perhaps the truth. She knew ‘good coffee’ and ‘miracle cherry pies’, she kept secrets and you only have to ask–she may tell you. The Log would tell. If it felt like talking.
The Log Lady knew from the moment she saw you behind her big glasses. She knew we would stare and wonder and that we would not understand. Also, she knew the right moment.
“The right moment is everything” and “One day my log will have something to say about this”- she said.
“I’ ll see you in the trees” said David Lynch who created her whole world, Twin Peaks…where Catherine E. Coulson was and will be forever the Log Lady.