Earth and Sky are what we are made of; they provide all that we have. The two run through us regardless of anything at all. Fall, it seems to me, belongs more to the Earth, than to the Sky, to the feminine and The Mother.
The assertion, exploration, and dissipation of summer gives way. The hearth moves to the center. Kinship and community ties are restrung around storytelling, ritual, and feasting. Bodies are allowed to relax, tools and clothing are mended, as are the wounds that come from exploration. The dispersed are regathered and healed through the bonds of the heart.
I was be-bopping around town yesterday, soaking up the Fall colors, kicking up leaves, visiting with whoever was in the mood and taking a picture once and again. I ended up over at the Salvation Army for dinner with that no good group of sinners I call my friends.
A few of us were standing around at sunset, sharing what little tobacco we had, and at that moment I missed the streets something fierce. Nobody complains that much out there. For one thing your tale of woe will leave you sad you mentioned it, once you hear what everybody else is going through.
There is a couple I dearly love who have been camping together since this spring. Camping ain’t a bad way to go and some people actually prefer it. The thing about it is; just as you are getting comfortable, the Corp of Engineers or the BLM want to run you out of your spot. Or if you are too close to someone who actually lives in a house. Well, they just can’t feel all safe and comfortable knowing you are out there so close to their valuables. The cops get called and you are run off again. Regardless I would like to see that couple inside before the snow flies, I am sure they could use a real long winters nap.
The Reach Out Center and the Salvation Army are the hearth for many that would not have one otherwise. You get to hang out with people who don’t judge you, will listen to what you have to say, give you some tobacco if they have it, and a hug when you need it. It don’t matter what your wearing, what your mental health diagnosis is, how much you weigh, whether you use a cane or are in a wheelchair, or even what kind of drugs you have been ingesting. You go there knowing you are going to find someone who cares about you. Not a bad life at all, if you ask me.
Hobo John here, I love you with everything that I have, that is my heart song and the truth of things. Are you Lonely? Best cure for that is to be a companion to the lonely.
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