Destination Anywhere

How long before we get there is the traveler's mantra. We may be going over the river and through the woods to Minnie Mouse's house but we have been traveling for far longer than a few days. We have been been traveling for months, ever since that final episode where we see Bill being taken away by someone wearing silver chains and wearing leather gloves.

During that time we have been traveling. We had a wonderful party at the God Speeds to usher in the fall. We went somewhere where dreams are made in sunny California to celebrate Samhain and have our own True Done It mystery. We honored those who fight and who gave the ultimate sacrifice. We spent Yule at the Myrtles with four Vampires in a haunted southern plantation. The New Years and February, we were like motherless chicks, clinging to our chatroom life boat, dreaming up the world we want to live in. And we made it happen.

We had wolves in our hen house, sent an eagle disguised as a dove into the Castle of the Evil Queen, found a special little boy who pulled the heart stings of us all, but none more than a man who was a father so long ago we can't imagine it...perhaps he can't either.

We have babies waiting to be born, love to be consecrated, marriages performed, illness to deal with and even death. We have run the gambit of human experience and spring has come round again and we are traveling, like the last geese coming up from the south to play in our sun warmed waters after a long hard winter that seemed to never end. We have experienced hate, anger and betrayal. But what about love?

Oh yes, there has been love. The love of friends late at night when there is word of trouble in distant battle grounds. Word of trouble in our homes. Friends gathered for support, friendship and love. And we have made love. Passionate love. With lovers whose hearts beat with our own and and breaths warmth upon our skin and other sorts of lovers with timeless passions and a quiet breast. But love none the less.

And we dream. We wait to see what dreams may come. We feel the heat of southern climates, smell the smells, hot and sweet and a little fetid. We feel the restless movement of the rivers of our soul that course and feed the swamps of Louisiana. We hear the chorus of night creatures. And night creatures can take the shape of men and women and they can metamorphize into the shapes of other creatures. Some are our friends, some may not be so friendly but we look forward to meeting them all.

The south is a place of romance, of gothic tales of love and lust and taboo, of murder and blood, and it whispers its story to us. As we bullet along the highway heading for our friend's house in the mountains, we feel the pull of other places. It is not time yet...but soon.