Closing Time
Thank you, Joni Yesterday I was driving the long Howard Franklin bridge back from St.Pete to Tampa when A Case of You started playing. Ugh, right in the feels. My time here has been charmed, a promise I was told in 1993 would come to be. By the time I got here, I was deeply shattered by the death of my father, and shortly after, my mother died. The water flowed my tears, the birds flew my grieving. My prayers for help were heard in the divinity of this place, and the promise of long ago that people would come was answered exquisitely. 7 years after I moved my physical being into this space, my dad and my mom are home in me, and I know now that needed to happen before I could move forward in my divine purpose, however that reveals itself. I have been feeling gone already lately, to the mountains and the forest I am going to root myself into. It feels like a disservice to live as a ghost in my final days here, but I think it's been part of me trying to sneak out without deeply ackn...