It's dark again, here in the corners of my mind. I am headed home in a few days and although I feel as ready as I think I can be, I wish it weren't so. It's an abrupt intermission to the storied journey I have been set upon. Most of me wants to disappear into the desert, under the stars, into the fire. But against my will I am going home.
I haven't been able to write here since the blood letting of my last post. Writing about my dad saps my energy and my spirit. But the relief of finally letting the demon loose feels good, even if it was from Pandora's Box that I set him free. I will get back on that road as soon as I can catch the breath that it knocked out of me. Soon.
In the meantime I fight on. My journey carries me home and will undoubtedly test my resolve. It's a door opening as another may be closing for good. I have to see it that way.
-Jim Franks
