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Oh joy of joys! After a long, sleepless flight, I'm home!
On the plane from San Fran to Eugene, I was really tired and dragging my feet. I didn't really get any substantial sleep on the journey back and I was just at that frustration exhaustion stage where you have tried to sleep but either couldn’t get comfy or were repeatedly disturbed back to wakefulness. I think that is far more exhausting than not having even laid down.
Anyhow, I was half past comatose when the plane landed in Eugene at around 1:30 pm, complete with a headache and grumbling stomach. But, as soon as those doors opened on the plane, I caught a whiff of Eugene air and I started to perk up. I had to control my desire to push past everyone off the plane to get onto solid home ground. Oh, but once I was standing out in the open, once I the weak winter sun of my particular longitude shone on me, once the brisk air full of earthy, organic, pine trees and rushing rivers, snow capped mountains and mighty oaks, full canopied black locust trees and the hint of budding spring bulbs hit me, once the incredible positive karma of this funky little city embraced me in its loving arms… well, my headache was gone, the fact that I’m still coughing and have not been completely well and healthy since I left, and all traces of ever having been tired were completely eradicated. This beautiful place, this loving and forgiving place, this tantric little town healed me of all the little things that had been dragging at me, poking me and stepping on me for the past couple of months. They all just disappeared in the time it took for me to stand at the foot of the plane stairs, spread my arms open wide, look up into that pale blue sky and breathe deeply. As I write this, I am literally teary-eyed for the joy I feel.
Flex and Jamie met us at the airport and took us home where these two little scraggly, ragamuffin white fuzzballs burst out of the door to great us like we had only gone out for a few moments to the store. There was no, “Where have you been? Why did you leave us for so long?” Just absolute happiness that we had returned, absolute love that had never wavered, complete contentedness that our relationship had not changed.
Soon after we came home, Rob showed up and then Trish came over. There was much hugging and laughing… the kind of healing exchanges that I have not had since we left home. We began to feel the jet-lag around 7pm and headed to bed. We awoke at midnight and had a snack then I came to write this. I have noticed that, though I’m still coughing a bit, it has been reduced to once every 3 hours as opposed to three times every hour. I also have lost that heavy, stuffy-headedness that I have felt for months.
How wonderful life is! To come home after months and have a house full of people who love us for who we are, who truly care about our well-being with no expectations, no hidden agendas. People who respect us, care for us and would walk miles out of their way to just be with us because they love being with us. I look forward to seeing every one of my friends here knowing that I will be honored and privileged with those same feelings upon each meeting. I am completely humbled and totally thrilled to know that I will experience so much love and happiness in my all too few months back home, that I will be able to bask in the beauty of this most perfect place, with these most perfect relationships that I am so blessed to have. I assure you, now I am crying in earnest with the utter joy I feel.
Thank you. Thank you to the universe and all she contains for the beauty of home. I am so glad to be home. Ahhhhhh. I am so full of love and happiness. Thank you!
On the plane from San Fran to Eugene, I was really tired and dragging my feet. I didn't really get any substantial sleep on the journey back and I was just at that frustration exhaustion stage where you have tried to sleep but either couldn’t get comfy or were repeatedly disturbed back to wakefulness. I think that is far more exhausting than not having even laid down.
Anyhow, I was half past comatose when the plane landed in Eugene at around 1:30 pm, complete with a headache and grumbling stomach. But, as soon as those doors opened on the plane, I caught a whiff of Eugene air and I started to perk up. I had to control my desire to push past everyone off the plane to get onto solid home ground. Oh, but once I was standing out in the open, once I the weak winter sun of my particular longitude shone on me, once the brisk air full of earthy, organic, pine trees and rushing rivers, snow capped mountains and mighty oaks, full canopied black locust trees and the hint of budding spring bulbs hit me, once the incredible positive karma of this funky little city embraced me in its loving arms… well, my headache was gone, the fact that I’m still coughing and have not been completely well and healthy since I left, and all traces of ever having been tired were completely eradicated. This beautiful place, this loving and forgiving place, this tantric little town healed me of all the little things that had been dragging at me, poking me and stepping on me for the past couple of months. They all just disappeared in the time it took for me to stand at the foot of the plane stairs, spread my arms open wide, look up into that pale blue sky and breathe deeply. As I write this, I am literally teary-eyed for the joy I feel.
Flex and Jamie met us at the airport and took us home where these two little scraggly, ragamuffin white fuzzballs burst out of the door to great us like we had only gone out for a few moments to the store. There was no, “Where have you been? Why did you leave us for so long?” Just absolute happiness that we had returned, absolute love that had never wavered, complete contentedness that our relationship had not changed.
Soon after we came home, Rob showed up and then Trish came over. There was much hugging and laughing… the kind of healing exchanges that I have not had since we left home. We began to feel the jet-lag around 7pm and headed to bed. We awoke at midnight and had a snack then I came to write this. I have noticed that, though I’m still coughing a bit, it has been reduced to once every 3 hours as opposed to three times every hour. I also have lost that heavy, stuffy-headedness that I have felt for months.
How wonderful life is! To come home after months and have a house full of people who love us for who we are, who truly care about our well-being with no expectations, no hidden agendas. People who respect us, care for us and would walk miles out of their way to just be with us because they love being with us. I look forward to seeing every one of my friends here knowing that I will be honored and privileged with those same feelings upon each meeting. I am completely humbled and totally thrilled to know that I will experience so much love and happiness in my all too few months back home, that I will be able to bask in the beauty of this most perfect place, with these most perfect relationships that I am so blessed to have. I assure you, now I am crying in earnest with the utter joy I feel.
Thank you. Thank you to the universe and all she contains for the beauty of home. I am so glad to be home. Ahhhhhh. I am so full of love and happiness. Thank you!
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Ian wanted me to inform you that he loves george, and he loves carol, and that he will be jumping on George directly. He wanted me to rush him over alst night the moment he heard you guys were coming back, and I had to do much finagaling to get him distracted enough to drop it and wait....
What are you guys doing tomorrow for Valentine's day? Cheesy holiday yes...maybe...but anytime I have an excuse to celebrate love and get attention showered on me...well I go for it! Cant frown on that!
I ahve class from 10-1130....12-130...3-4 and 6-730 today with homeowrk shoved in between. Then at 9 am going to watch a sitcom called will and grace for a school project....sooo today looks bleakfor our reunion...but depending on what youa re doing tomorrow night... (am busy from 10 am to 6 pm) perhaps we could make the night special....
call and let me know or write back here...
Love ya
welcome home
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I think Will & Grace is the show with Debbie Messing in it. I've never seen it, but I went to high school with her. We weren't good friends, but she was always nice. I'm glad she's successful.
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((((hugs))))
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It occurs to me that next week is Spring break and I have job applications to drop along the I5 corrider.... How long are you here?
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Looks like you were missed!
Hope you have a great visit.
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