My darling Mary Jac has been in Germany for the last 5 weeks and today she comes home. This excerpt from an email sent before boarding:

I have 24 hours left here. By this time tomorrow I’ll be in the airport, preparing myself for reality. This has been an experience I’ll never forget. I was, and still am, a little scared that the memories and effects won’t be permanent, or at least last long enough to penetrate my world back home. Sounds dramatic, but, I’m getting very very sad. I have been more detached here from the stresses of life than I might have suggested in previous letters. The burden of communicating and interacting with every stranger, even if only in pretense, has been absent. I don’t speak much of the language here, so you pretty much focus on the world you can control, if one exists, and concern yourself with what’s here and now.

No doubt we’ve all shared that feeling when on a wayward soul finding journey, but damn if she didn’t articulate it well. I also dig that she fell into my psyche from another continent and we both touched Gestalt on the same day. Sometimes we scare me.

MJ is not only my partner in crime, yoga pal and burrito eating buddy, but has also been responsible for my mop and it’s ever changing color/style for going on 4 years now… though we’ve long since cut my visits her at the salon (pun intended). She’s a good girl with a true heart, a staggering intellect and an old soul. You can see tales in her eyes that are begging to be told, of ruthless heartache and blazing triumphs. I selfishly enjoy being with her in part because I recognize those things from a place that both scares me and brings me home. For good measure I’ll add that we make up our own version of Phantom of the Opera (including cameos by goats and chickens, borderline raunchy lyrics and poo humor) when we sing along from my kitchen. We really should take that show on the road, we’re fucking amazing, man.

I’m excited to no end to have her home, not just to see the pictures and hear her tell of her travels but to see the change in her being. This on nearly the eve of Codie’s departure for Spain at the front of a ticket with a 90-day open ended return.

One door opens, another closes. I’ll leave the porch light on and put a key under a flaming chia pet for ya.