Blog 86 Being Home (Gary)

            Now, after a lifetime journey of fantasy I am feeling what it's like to be home.  I am going through some withdrawal, and hence some mild depression, but that's okay.  The Hill has brought me back to myself.

            As Joan Halifax offers a poem by Nancy Wood (1979, p. 107):

Here on the mountain I am not alone;


For all the lives I used to be are here with me;

All the lives tell me now I have come home.

            And, typing her in, I write: “Sweet sorrow, I am here.”

Note: the best thing you can do for me on Memorial Day is to say: “Welcome Home”

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