Going home again ( 3-30-13 )

She stared out the window as the highway passed beneath them. She didn't notice it....she was listening and moving thoughts around and watching for the patterns. Chinese cuisine, crash, castles, crying, colors?

She quieted her mind as best she could to listen closer.

The images escaped her grasp. They were jumbled whispers which came and went. Normally it was just dreams now and then, cobwebs in her brain, but not lately. They seemed more frequent. More active. A deep soft ache, like home sickness, nagged at the back of her mind.

The closer she got to the city, the greater the ache.

This was making her disgruntled...and antsy. She did not like her world disrupted ...she did not like this feeling of longing and sadness.

She put Mateo and Ubee out at the house and drove back toward the city...back toward that deeper ache. She started driving in the directions it felt the strongest to her, trying to hone in on the feeling.

It was an instinctual thing. Her insight into the patterns in the madness suddenly drew everything into sharp focus. It was her clan. They were somehow reaching for her, the closer she got the clearer the whispers.

Someone was coming... or arrived? It was hard to tell. Echos of thoughts were ringing from several minds as they bounced from individual to individual. Each new person adding their own spin, their own color and she was a part of it for a moment. Then she lost her grasp again. But she could reach for it. She knew that now.

Her clan...her people...those she has avoided for so long. It was a nice vacation, but over now it seems. She parked outside of Elysium....she'd go in if she had to.... someone coming or maybe here already....She tried reaching again...

((I have no idea why it didn't send me an email, sorry!))

She felt the webs in her mind. She was a clumsy spider who didn't know which threads were sticky and which weren't. Many of her clan were thinking about colors. Colors in sound. Tasting colors. Fearing colors. It was strange, normally the images were more disjointed, but somehow this same phenomena was strong in most of her clan.

She sat in the heart of the city where the signal was strongest. She felt her blood all around her like a rain, welcoming her home. Soon they would meet. Soon she would see them all again.

She knew now if she quieted her mind she could learn to dance on those webs and make them sing.