Home Coming
Chicken and tasso simmering in a Mag-na-Lite skillet, cold beer next to me, my girl soaking up some TV while she folds laundry, the Honey in the shower after a long, hot day. My house is finally feeling like my home. I've been in this house for three years now. Everyday has contained a new lesson, a new awakening and has given me purpose. This past week I spent on a cruise ship soaking up the sun and just being. I got to put my hands on ancient structures, climb a temple, and have too-strong drinks with some wonderful people. Amid sunburns, hangovers, perfect blue water and beautiful young bodies I came alive again. Upon coming home my eyes opened to things I forgot to appreciate: a loving generous daughter, a kind open-hearted man, and a home that has been mine all along. Yes, we are doing the YMCA at the top of a Mayan Temple Five days aboard a beautiful vessel was about as much fun as I've had in years. We danced, we sang, w...