Blog 82 Coming Home (Gary)

This is a section I have just added after a period of time away.  First it was a trip with my brother to Panama City.  Why "Coming Home?"  Because all of this, all of my writing, I now truly realize, is part of my journey of coming back home.  Coming back to myself.  It's not out there.  It's in here, as many know.  Oh, I knew that too, but only intellectually.  You see, the way I learned to survive my dislocation was to look out there.  It must be better out there.

            For me this journey started almost sixty years ago.  Sixty years ago.  Sorry I have to look at that twice in print to get it, and I am still not sure I "get it." 

            I find myself returning to the experience that took place when I was just four or maybe five years old.  You may think I am repeating myself, but it is even more significant now.  An older boy came up to me on the corner near my home and said there was going to be a fight and we would all need something to help us win.  He gave me a Three Musketeers bar and implied we were together in this just like the Three Musketeers.  The only thing I understood was that he wanted to be my friend, there was some danger, we were going to be together in this, and he gave me something.  That felt good.  There was no fight, and I never saw the boy again, but he delivered something to me in that little package.  I can still see the illustration on the wrapper, The Three Musketeers. 

            The symbolic gift, an element of fear, the invitation to join, joining, bonding, feeling safety and power in being part of something bigger than myself set a tone and a mission for my life.  I didn’t really understand just how powerful that was until our walks and downloading my story with a witness such as Mark. 

            What part of your story have you buried that might benefit you as a valuable lesson and guide for your direction?

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