Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found
Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m going to make this place your home
I thought a lot about home while I was on vacay in West Virginia. It was so nice to be with my dear friend from high school. We talked about everything. It’s a wonder my throat isn’t sore and my jaw doesn’t ache from all the chatting. Being with Tracy and my new friend, Teenie was so easy. There was no reason to be “ON” or to entertain each other. We were able to just, be. Tracy took me all over the countryside and showed me her beautiful home state. As we drove the country roads, I got so confused about what state we were in. You’d travel down one road and be in Maryland. Then you’d travel to another town and be in Virginia. Then you’d travel down another road and be back in West Virginia. I’m so directionally challenged I use a GPS to find my way out of a paper bag.
As I traveled to West Virginia, I wrote down thoughts or what I call “word doodles”. I shared some of them with you all in some of my posts. I wrote some on the way home too. But then I heard the song Home by Phil Phillips. I don’t watch American Idol much but when I heard the young man sing this song, I fell in love with it. The lyrics are simple but explain the feeling of home perfectly. Home is wherever the love of your life is. I know where ever I am, and Roger Darling is, I’m home. All I have to do is stand beside him, he’ll put his hand in mine and I’m safe. I can land after all of the flying around I tend to do. He grounds me. He’s my constant and my center.
I have no guarantees in this life. I know that. However, I do have one. And that is the unconditional love of my Roger Darling. I don’t know many people who can say that about their partner. I will never, ever be loved as completely as I am by him. I will be forever grateful for that and for him. His love makes me want to be a better person. May you all be half as blessed as I am. I’m so glad to be home after my first solo road trip.
It’s been about 30 years since I’ve seen one of my dear BFFs, split apart, soul-mate, love of my life. She and I were friends when we were in high school. Not close by any means, but we always ended up at the same parties. In the same social situations. I was in awe of her. She was a beautiful young woman. Blonde haired, blue eyed and gorgeous. Vivacious. Full of fun. Dangerous. The boys loved her. I wanted to be her. Wanted to be closer to her. She was older than I was by a couple of years, so we didn’t connect until years later.
We became friends on Facebook. We shared stories, laughs, tears, and memories. We also found out that we had dated a lot of the same guys from back in the day. We found that we were also so much alike. We write. We love to read. We find life to be incredibly exciting and cosmic. We live for adventure and love. She is a beauty. In mind, body and spirit. She completes me. I talked to a mutual FB friend who told me I needed to get my ass to West Virginia. I agreed it was time. It was time to pack up, load the car with another good friend or friends and head down the road in Candy Blue, the stripper mobile.
It’s time to find my split apart that I haven’t seen in 30 years. It’s time for us to hang out in an old cabin and look at all the beauty surrounding us. It’s time for us to sit at a campfire and contemplate the universe in all of our infinite wisdom. It’s time to get a little Thelma and Louise and have ourselves a kick ass time. To realize that life is still worth living and that we are still just as viable as we were when we were teenagers. To laugh ourselves silly and cry a bit too. To reconnect and find out why we love each other so much, even though we haven’t spoken out loud to each other in 30 years. It’s time for new memories. It’s time for some new ink. For an angel to sit upon my shoulder. Or possibly the top of my foot. So that I will always, always remember who has my back. Who always loves me. To remember that a bit of my heart belongs in West Virginia. I love you T, my angel, I’m going to be there to see you soon!