distance seeing

naomi and i spotted them from a distance

but they seemed familiar

something like adventure based counseling

or new games

perhaps,

or...

they were playing soccer

sort of

after listening to the intricacies of football, footie, baseball, rugby, soccer (shudder)

netball...

my mind just couldn't grasp it all.

the park was generous and lovely, game fields galore,

when these guys appeared on the horizon,

then up close.

they were an odd metaphor for me:

how this trip has been,

supported by hope and kindnesses

and buffeted by crowds and crazy weather

and unexpected caring.

hugs and closeness and good conversations.

i kept my eyes open, mostly

and was happily surprised time and time again.

sometimes you have to be 

deep in 

before you see

that it's going to be all right.

worth it.

even better, making

and keeping 

friends.

celebrating them.

(thinking particularly of two: frankie and will)

coming home late 

after too many hours pining away on an airplane

or running like mad in airports

(mostly the dread LAX)

i am home, rested some

and ready to go back to work

for the final weeks... months of teaching.

may a soft bubble be there for you when you need it.

 adventures are wonderful

cominghome is, too.

weather report: 

last night at the place i call home

i heard a half dozen woodcock

robins 

peepers

singing down the night.

with great good cheer.

welcome home.