2002Jan10
So I’ve always known that spirits confuse names, or maybe just the mediums mistranslate, but I did not expect Texas to mean Phoenix. I suppose, that with the name significances of this last year (not to mention the particular significance of this trip), that Phoenix was indeed more appropriate than Amarillo to learn the lesson that my life is not all about me. I got stuck in Phoenix long enough to really worry on an otherwise perfect trip. It turns out that it was because the truck that finally picked me up was to be rerouted to Arcata., my final destination. Everything happens for a reason and no, it’s not all about me. Yesterday I arrived home in Humboldt overwhelmed by road weariness and the desire to be with family. Virginia (the person) was there for me, opening her house, extending her friendship and allowing me to end an all-too-old distance between us. She will always be my blue-eyed Cherokee sister.
The weather here is sunny, somewhat odd for Arcata. Yet, in keeping with the theme, the light always breaks through the clouds in the end. Last night Rob was anxious about my arrival, recalling my neediness in the summer past. And I learned that Hikah may be losing the contents of her storage unit (the action is today if it hasn’t been paid). There is nothing I can do to help Hikah, though I know I will see her soon. Today I saw Rob here at the café and tensions lifted when he saw me. I guess that white light is still shining. Meanwhile, I still need a more permanent place to stay. I have to push my way into college. And I need a job, or some way of getting money. I am so glad the Gods are on my side – faith is what this has all been built on…. And it has only just begun. Otherwise, the sky might be dark and I would probably be homeless in the rain….again. No, there is no going back now. I am looking forward to exploring what Arcata has in store for me. I’m home.