I have returned home

… but I do not mean “I’m back at the studio” which I also am. For that, I guess, I could say, “I have returned to the place where I live.

I have been processing all day on the return trip. So very much of it all sits so deeply in my mind that it will stay with me for a long time, even though my body already feels as if none of it ever happened. I still have stripes running down my shoulder blades and yet my flesh is numb to the profound journey I just completed. I have spent the entirety of four days revved up so high that my body quivered at any touch and now I sit here numb, sensory memory fading into the same mists that have again swallowed my mystic home into oblivion until it once more appears to call me to it.

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