Home & Miss. Lady

Relations,

Am home from appointment with Sir Dude. The visit was quite cleansing. Cathartic even. I would even go as far as to say today's face to face was more than a mental flossing. This was a combination of both a mental flossing as well as a Soap Suds Enema of the mind and brain's. I mention the brain's because I feel as if Sir Dude was prepared with some deep questions - perhaps lightly brushing aside various buttons even. 'Hot Spots'. Yes, this was very much like taking the auto to the wash. As if all the nooks and crevices were reached and pressure washed to free up some of the clutter and shit. Damn, Sir Dude, I thank you very much. By the way, I found your cool ass note on the back of my appointment card. I will do as you ask and again, I thank you.

Once I got home I called Brenda, to let her know I made it home safely. I did get home safely, but I must say, this fellow driving my Little Blue Bus was driving as if we were in a Grand Prix. He wasn't a bad driver nor was he disrespectful, this good right Man just drove this vehicle like a damned car. I mean. There were a couple of times he turned those damned corners as if we were in a hurry...

...maybe he was. I didn't ask. I wasn't. When I am on these Little Blue Buses I take care to be a good and proper gentleman. That's the way I roll...

...I finally had a co-passenger on the Little Blue Bus today! Folks, due to my self-imposed strict confidentiality rule I won't mention any names when it comes to the Folk I meet. It just wouldn't be right, you know. But Folks, please read, Miss. Lady was on me like a magnet on the ice box. Oh, no Sir, Miss. Lady spoke to me in four languages - English, Spanish, Fresh and Special, as in like, Very Special. Look, I don't mean to be impersonating a paranoid one, but Honey, Miss. Lady knows where I live! Lawdy Miss. CLawdy! And damn it, she wouldn't hush or leave me be for too long. Shit, all I wanted was a nice cool ride while keeping an eye open on Mr. Too Fast - Too Furious. Really, from a passengers perspective I was pleased to finally meet another person who rides the Little Blue Bus...

...for me, things just got a little bit weird and uncomfortable. Seen.

Great Spirit, please, let Miss. Lady forget where I live. Please!

This is my home - my lodge. I love this house with a name, "The House of Seven Windows". Here is where I have safe 'places'. My home is virgin and I am blessed by this. Our Sanctuary connected to The Preserve that will never house occupants. I have a favorite and secret safe place. A place where I am able to go and relax or read, journal and or correspond with Kin...

...my home is where my wife comes home after her hard day at work and the soap operas that surround her. I know my dearest works so hard for her money. My Honey. Home is where we live with our three hounds - two that belong one each to our daughters and Chi Chi, our Gay Beagle is ours. Chi Chi's last name is Rodriguez. I love the three as if they were my grand children because for now they are my grand children. There's a term for this, but I have forgotten it.

Home, is where I have been rock bottom and where I have taken flight above the clouds. This is where we have family gatherings and holidays. Where we join one another in Kinship with laughter, good company and good food. In prayer.

I love our home. I really do. Thank You, Great One!