Finally, a Way Home.

2020.07.08

Good morning, that wonderful way.

"Splendor, it all coheres."

The last words of some poet. finally, things start to come together. That one string I've searched for to pull everything together I found yesterday.

And pulled it.

It goes quick now. You, and the world and recognition. The battle won, there's finally a way home. Finally, a way home. Finally, a way home.

What I've been fighting for finally has a way to take physical shape.

An impossible dream to see the light, to know the light of day.

Am I excited? Delighted? Reignited with those dreams I had before?

Yes. They're here. And so am I. But after any adventure, on the protagonist's return, they're changed. They learned new aspects of themselves, won gifts to bring back to the day-to-day affairs of their lives.

Here I am with those impossible gifts. Here I am with what hope looks like as a daily way of life.

Still watching pieces come into place so I can rejoin the human race as someone I recognize as myself.

That was the original goal. To be myself, to do what I love and share that love with as many as possible.

That's it. That was and is the whole goal. I call it my life. I never stopped the plan, only it took some detours, required paths I never dreamed possible.

Call it the manifestation of, for lack of a better phrase, a vision quest.

Whatever I decide to call it, it's won. The gifts instituted yesterday with one or two acts of, I'll call it, 'big humanity,' to get me there.

I sit and, I don't like to call it wait, but that's the right word for the results to directly touch me.

Nothing needs to be forced, only prepared for.

Til then, and then after then, it's dreams and doing dreams, words and doing words.

And then, at last, a 'Hello.'

S.J. Wynn
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