Yes Veronica, there is a Santa Claus --- and a rabbit who waits

There are those who think I am living my life in a make-believe world. That I am the characters I read and write about, and that I need to get my own life.

But I have always read and transported myself inside the pages of the books I read, of the words I write. I just haven’t been as vocal about it as I am now.

There are those who think that I am losing myself. My darlings, don’t you know? I am finding myself. What you are seeing is my final beginning.

Of course it’s no surprise that, as a general rule, people don’t like me. It has been such a loss, really, to those who have crossed my path and not lingered long enough to understand. They simply stepped off the train too early and the adventure was lost forever.

It’s a little like being stoned. It’s an acuity that gives the right-of-passage into another side of things. A deeper side that is ever present, but rarely seen because there is so much ‘noise’ in our lives. I just happen to have filtered out all the noise, and have gone to that place where words are spoken sotto-voce.

It’s really quite pleasant here.

This is who I am. This is who I have always been. I lost my normalcy years ago, my dears, and glad for it. I choose now to no longer suppress it. Why? Because I can. Simple.

So when I say ‘I love it here’, please know that I’m not referring to a geographical space. I’m referring to a state of mind and I DO LOVE IT HERE.


We are stardust, we are golden. We are billion year old carbon. And we've got to get ourselves back to the Garden --Joni Mitchell
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