Recovery.
What’s that?
You want me to … what?
Move? ... but wait!
This is where I’m supposed to be - stuck here.
So you want me to be what?
Stuck somewhere else?
I was served an eviction notice
on November 01, 2021
In the place I moved into 18 years ago,
on April 01, 2004 in north High Park.
Ok, it’s been a shift, struggle. Awakening … pushed
out and into this, but wait ... wow!
I just wish this had happened 10 years ago.
6 days into my new move to my hometown Woodstock from Toronto,
this mid June 2022,
having moved to the big city at 23 in late 1979
(yes, 43 years).
A brand new realization, revelation.
You see, here's the thing.
I’ve been living in a dark fog
twilight twirling, since 2008.
I didn’t know that until yesterday morning;
waking up to fresh air & new birds after sleeping soundly
for the first time in years (w/o medication)
in Woodstock.
It's like waking up out on the family farm
Eastwood, 1964 (a few miles away) - summer
before chores, crickets, rooster.
Aunt Allie already up
I smell breakfast.
Good to be home.
Clarity for the first time in a long while.
Walking out into the kitchen
then my chaotic living room
(still unpacking/boxes).
Holy shit - it's clear again.
Words can't describe it
I LOVE this place
