A Gaining Departure

Slowly, crises get resolved, panic attacks blind me only temporarily & leave my face feeling punched a number of times (aka, migraine assault), but that, too, is resolved with friends standing up to help or offer, & a nice nap. Slowly, this move to the west coast is happening. About a month from now I will be in full packing mode as I near my exodus by northerly-bound train. Slowly, I begins to make comparisons to this being like when an elderly relative is moved from their home (of 18 1/2 years) to a nursing home, but that's where the comparison ends as I know Portland will not be such venue, more a place to return to the world of the creative & unhinged, to explore, to reinvestigate such endeavors as playwriting & filmmaking... Slowly, I blink, knowing this will happen & I will be better for such a migration from where I am utterly at the whim of the whirling, twirling, twerking, diabolical weather…

(Art from USPS stamp)