Tuesday, October 2, 2012

THE HOME IN YOUR HEAD

             If you've been on this trip with me from the beginning, you'll remember I used a quote, something about the "home in one's head".                                                                                      
     Sometimes, when I get to wonder who besides Dan and my wife actually reads this stuff, I wonder  what that phrase might mean to others.

Some may not have a home; when I was a ward of the Court, I met a lot of kids like that, who either couldn't remember, or the memories were too horrible to face.

Other people, and I suspect I'm one of them, re-write it as we go along, editing out the really bad stuff, and putting a Vaseline haze over the images that are left.

I look at that picture of our house-in my mind, it's nowhere near that shabby, and it's HUGE....I'd love to be able to walk through it now, just to see.

Were all those nice people really that nice? If I were to go back to Lorain, 1960, the age I am now, would I  be greeted by smiles and welcome?

Would I find I'd outgrown the places, and the people I'd loved? 

Would there be things that I remember, that never happened?
    
     Might it even be possible, that all that has come since, is nothing more than the dream of a four year-old, who even now AWAKENS-