I wrote yesterday’s post when I thought that Alex and Lone Heron would arrive here sometime late yesterday, but they came a day early. This post was a sum-up of what I believe, of what has motivated me over the last years. But the post also bought me another day to ascertain whether what I think I know now is real.
I think it very possibly is.
As it turns out, it is a good thing that Alex and Lone Heron shared the drive from Atlanta to Estrella Vista. When they began their journey together, Alex was returning to Estrella Vista—but he didn’t know why or for how long. The way they tell it, he got into the car, Alex tried to feed Lone Heron a line of bullshit, she called him on it (as only another parricide can), and by the time they got here, Alex was prepared to stay indefinitely and make a go of it. In other words, Alex has returned to help me build the vision.
He lost his luggage, even his phone. He arrived sort of like a newborn babe, all pretensions of the past gone. He has returned with a new change of clothes provided by Lone Heron, ready to make a new start, having been midwifed by a woman—a fellow parricide—who has successfully made a self-sufficient life for herself. It’s like something straight out of a Hollywood fantasy of how redemption should happen.
I’ll admit that I am hungry for vindication, eager to believe. I have no illusions that Alex may tire of the small successes, the months of want, the long weeks and months when only hope sustains action. Yet I am willing to risk that this is real.
Yes It’s Real
Hello and Thank You Dan Dailey!
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