Headed back to Phoenix today-- a last night in a hotel and then moving into a temporary room at a house- the more permanent accommodations begin April 1, although "permanent" is a sort of bitter joke considering-- it's always a joke, until it isn't, in which case it finally becomes funny, in a sad way.
It's the transitions that are uncomfortable-- not like falling out of a tall building where I'm sure the plummet is an enjoyable rush and the landing is what hurts (briefly). In these passages it's more the fall itself that is uncomfortable and any landing anywhere would be welcome, pretty much.
The looming task for today is to maintain some degree of equanimity and soundness of mind while trapped for 7 hours in the car, making my way back across northwestern New Mexico, through the Navajo Nation, dropping southwest at Holbrook through Sitgreaves and Tonto National Forests, south on the Bee Line from Payson, back to the floor of the world. Especially an interesting challenge given the wonderful company and connection with which I've been blessed during this brief trip.
Long car travels that follow familiar routes of departure and return have their own mournful, haunted echoes. I'll be looking for ravens and owls.
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