Category: Elder Folk
I feel a sense of excitement. In fact, I'm almost elated !
I'm going home for several days.
I can almost hear the voices of my family. I can almost feel the hot wind in my face. And though I can't see them, I can almost visualize the mesquite bushes, the rolling tumble weeds moving down dusty asphault, and in my stomach, there's butterflies. Not only does my family live there, but so do the ghosts of my past. Ghosts so faded, they almost seem to disappear in the corridors of my mind.
I wonder if I'll meet them on some almost forgotten street cornner. Of course I'll drive by the little house I was raised in, though its owners are folks I've never met. I'll probably visit my parents' graves, go eat at a familiar place, and sit alone outside on a hot summer night swatting bugs, and listening to locusts crying for water
I know that Odessa is a place where all my childhood memories start. I remember my dad's alcoholism, my mom's dysfunction, the churches we attended, the things we said and did.
And now, it's like I'm in transition. Going home is easy, but I wouldn't want to live there. I concur now and decide where I am is home, and Odessa is like a long distance friend you send a card to at Christmas. I will ries from my comfort zone, and go back. It will seem like I've traveled back in time.
I will tell you all about my trip when I come back. And I am coming back.
Good luck. Those trips home are a mixed blessing. I know my small town isn't the same as it was when we left it when I was a teen ager.
Lou
have a good trip dream lady, and hope your trip home is as good as you expect it to be.
wonderwoman
And sit alone outside on a hot summer night
Swatting bugs, and listening to locusts crying for water
Are thoughts you are considering of events
That might yet happen as journey into your past you make
I just am so compelled to question though
Perhaps in the company of another on a
~*Thunderous MidNight*~ yet other memories will emerge?