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Safe Community Equals a Safe Heart: It is That Simple


I guess this is a story about home and community. Totes has a lot of routines now, as do I. He has two specific walking routes and if we don’t get to them for a day, well next time out he really gets excited for the familiar. I am becoming familiar again with the town I grew up in.

When I first got Totes on the streets I was in a good space emotionally, but still had a few demons running around in my head.  I had 4 or 5  different spots I liked to sleep in and mixed them up quite a bit; did not want the boogie man to find me, don’t you know.

I used to love doing late night can hunting and kept Totes in my shopping cart. One thing I noticed, he wanted a one spot sleeping routine. If I would roll by a spot we had slept in a few times he would start whining real good like that was the place.


I have a small neighborhood grocery store a couple of blocks from my house. It has changed hands several times, but I have been going there since I was a small kid and am in there just about every day now. I came out after buying some smokes the other day, recognized a whole bunch of people and it just sort of set off a joyful feeling in my heart.

Now I like adventure as much as the next guy, but to have a home base created to come back to, well that is pure gold in my mind. A safe home and a safe community are a reflection of what is really going on in the heart.

Fear and anger can take you out of that safe spot  but you can always return to the love in that blood pumping vessel. I wandered around quite a number of years perhaps my whole life, living in fear and shame. but I returned home to Idaho and I am returning home to true joy my heart contains.

One of my routines is attending the Old Time Fiddlers luncheon down at the community center once a month. I recognize a lot of folks now and always have some good conversation. Here is what happened last time.

I got a little concerned when I rolled into the Community Center for  lunch. A friend of mine I met at the Salvation Army dinner was sitting in a chair looking pale. She had evidently passed out waiting in line for grub. After some fanning and cold press to the forehead she began to stir a little. When I first met her she aid she was 18, then after a while she said to go ahead and reverse that.

She comes to the free Sunday feed at the Roc. She is very social you see, and also a little lonely despite having a couple of boyfriends. She lost her beloved second husband ten years ago and still tears up talking about him. They met while out dancing at the Moose Lodge. She is mad at one of the boyfriends, called him boring, “All he wants to do is read,” she said, “I like to dance,” she added.

Well the ambulance came and rolled her out of there on a gurney. Not ten minutes later she was walking back in with medic at her side, who helped her through the lunch line. I guess she is going to be all right.

Her first husband had a roving eye and left her to raise the kids. She must have done a good job, because they are both doing very well.

Create a safe spot for yourself folks, by taking the time to do things in your community, before you know it, all that love you have been hiding will have no option but to burst forth from your heart. Totes and I have found that to be the case. Then when that love is well established in the heart, everywhere you go will feel like home.

Hobo John here; I love you with everything that I have. That is my motto, my mantra and the truth of things. Send me a friend request on facebook why don’t you, and sing yourself a little song today just to let God know you appreciate all the blessing he has sent your way.


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Hobo John

Hobo John here, I am a fifty year old man currently living in a small town in Idaho, this is also where I grew up. Like any Idaho boy I love the outdoors, and am a sports enthusiast. But I also love the arts and paint a little myself. In Proverbs it says, "A man's pursuit is his kindness, " and that is my only true mission in life. I like to write about just about anything; songs , children's stories, politics, short stories, however, I have not attempted a novel yet. I also consider myself a bit of a philosopher, after seven years of living the homeless life I actually started to enjoy it. I started writing little phrases that I hope contain some wisdom. I call them Hobo Metaphysics. "Gentle beats the shit out of aggressive," being one of my favorites. Peace to you folks, "I love you with everything that I have." That is my motto and the truth of things.

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