This past year has been such a roller coaster ride for me. I began the year with a trip to New York that my precious friend orchestrated and planned down to the minute. I went to the big Apple…. I ate a meal on the floor of penn station, I watched Elton John twice this year. I came back to hell and the ending of an era and the demise of my family.
I ended it with a trip to New Orleans. I planned on going and eating chicken in the cemeteries of New Orleans. I walked up and down the French quarter, and lord knows where else, saw street artisans, buskers, performers, and 7 year old kids leant king the tricks of the trade. I saw inspiring art that has me anxious to try their style… my idea was to go and hang alone in my van, but my divorce sister made the decision that she wanted to join and I ended up in the middle of the French quarter on Magazine street. I walked the streets, felt the genuine energy of the city…. Sat on the sidewalk on burbon street, watched a jewelry maker make a ring for my friend while I sat and discussed astrology with another artist. I may be mistaken, but I think a rather large gentleman with a whip was hitting on me. I drank one drink too many, but was led safely back by my friend.
Coming back from New Orleans was a lot different than returning from NYC. I didn’t feel anxious, afraid or insecure that the woman who took me in had done anything to damage me while I was away…. I felt more secure coming back to her home than back to the life I have shared with another person for 20 plus years.
Anyone who knows me knows that I have ZERO sense of direction. I barely know up from down and left from right. There is no north south East or west in my direction vocabulary…. I constantly use Siri for directions every place I go….the problem with Siri is she can’t navigate my emotions….I’ve felt emotionally lost this entire year. I think my system needs an upgrade…
I’m encroaching on a kind woman who I met once and she opened her home to me… I’ve been here after I was abandoned and left homeless and penniless with no clue where to turn. Fortunately people reached out to me…. My friends who so generously opened their hearts, homes and love to me.
I still don’t have my footing, my grounding or any sense of direction, so I’m going day to day. I try and make plans, work to keep those plans, and trust in god that all is part of HIS plan. I cherish every single hug like it was water in the desert.
I don’t have a home to create a safe haven of creativity and sanctuary in, but I do have people who love me, care so much for my well-being, and who would not be able to rest knowing I was in duress. These are not the people I expected to be in my corner, they’re people I’ve connected with at one place or another throughout my journey that grew to love me. For these things, I am beyond blessed.
My sanctuary now has to be built inside of myself. I already have the space created and constructed in my mind, and now I need to decorate my soul… with joy…. With security, stability and self sufficient survival. The book eat pray love reminded me of that during my drive…
2022 is not what I ever expected it to be, but it has been a year of transition. Change is always very hard for me. I never expected the changes that have happened to occur, but I trust and believe that all of my experiences are preparing me for greatness. Levels of joy I’ve never know. Falling in love with myself. Engaging in activities that are happy and healthy, and walking away with grace from that which no longer serves me in a positive manner. That’s easier said than done and it’s a long, LONG road from perdition.
I’ll escape hell. The meanest dog you’ll ever meet is not the hound dog down the street….. it’s the one inside your head…. Hadestown? Yes. So…. Wait for me…. I’m coming…. I’m coming!!!