I spent the past four days visiting my family. I usually don’t leave them feeling such a glow, but tonight I actually feel like I am a product of my past.

So my former home has lots of bugs, stars, and allergens. And it holds memories. I saw my brother and my grandfather. Meaningfully. I visited sister and brother-in-law. Touched will-be niece. Helped Bunny clean up a bit. And finally began to feel that this all holds some elements that developed my conciousness. The farm my parents rent may actually belong to them, and so to me. This mishmash of greens and cicada buzz will now begin to sing my song.

Oh, and I drank some, and had some FUCKED UP dreams. Some kind of school stuff, some based in television, and one sexual-centered dream that would have Freud creaming in his pants. Oh well. I’m home now. Which also seems a bit more grounded.

Overall, a good trip. One for the books. (My own?)