If It Isn’t A Song, It Should Be

Originally posted March 23, 2009.

In the past year, I’ve had four homes in three states as well as an equal number of unemployment stints and short term jobs.  It is from this place of cardboard boxes, cross country drives, and storage facilities that I write.  Because more than anything I need a little transition therapy.  (If that isn’t a song, it should be.)

I want to floss out the yearning buried underneath the desire to go West, further West, then to return East.  I want to do this because I want to know if there is something going on at the root of all these changes.  And if so, does arriving at the place create a space of freedom?  Maybe it happens that I never stop making big changes because they are my North Star.  Or maybe I come to realize that the changes are grandiose actions that only overshadow a more subtle and delicate desire.

 Maybe this (blogging) will help that (the unfurling).  How cool would that be?  Or maybe it’s just me and my contradictions and I’ll spend the rest of my life needing some Transition Therapy.  And I’d be ok with that too.


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