We all have dreams. One of the most pressing dreams I have had for the past 14 Winters now, is that of a real home, a place where I can just BE, and B R E A T H E, and relax, no cares or worries abounding, just being for the sake of being... a Dream that has yet to happen, as I endure my 14th Winter on the streets. Nature and her beautiful furry and feathered friends have been my lifelines, in more ways than I could ever fully, or even partially, convey... their presence in my life has kept me afloat. A dream that I will not likely to see come to fruition. The "programs" in place are only geared for those who have become immediately homeless, not for ones who have been out so long to live lifetimes outside, and caught between a catch-22, in the deepest sense. Sometimes I wonder what things would have been like if I had acquired one of the life-destroying 'habits' that so many out here have taken to, the majority of which is why they have become homeless. It is generally not something started while out here, but rather something in place long before the direction of their lives shifted into the shiftless realm, yet, they are the ones all these programs are meant and designed for.... the ones who want to destroy themselves. Having a place to finally be able to store and prepare foods, have regular, healthy meals every day, throughout the day... ready access to hot showers, a luxurious dream that takes hold especially as the temperatures drop to freezing or below through the night and deep set into the morning hours before it starts warming up as the sun settles in for the brief duration of daylight; my own bed where I can finally get the much needed, yet readily deprived of, rest my body has been denied for a lifetime and beyond... these are just a few of my Dreams. But Dreams that are in my thoughts, whether it be day or night, they are always present. But they are just that, Dreams..... A Winter's Dream.
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Winter's Dream....2014
We all have dreams. One of the most pressing dreams I have had for the past 14 Winters now, is that of a real home, a place where I can just BE, and B R E A T H E, and relax, no cares or worries abounding, just being for the sake of being... a Dream that has yet to happen, as I endure my 14th Winter on the streets. Nature and her beautiful furry and feathered friends have been my lifelines, in more ways than I could ever fully, or even partially, convey... their presence in my life has kept me afloat. A dream that I will not likely to see come to fruition. The "programs" in place are only geared for those who have become immediately homeless, not for ones who have been out so long to live lifetimes outside, and caught between a catch-22, in the deepest sense. Sometimes I wonder what things would have been like if I had acquired one of the life-destroying 'habits' that so many out here have taken to, the majority of which is why they have become homeless. It is generally not something started while out here, but rather something in place long before the direction of their lives shifted into the shiftless realm, yet, they are the ones all these programs are meant and designed for.... the ones who want to destroy themselves. Having a place to finally be able to store and prepare foods, have regular, healthy meals every day, throughout the day... ready access to hot showers, a luxurious dream that takes hold especially as the temperatures drop to freezing or below through the night and deep set into the morning hours before it starts warming up as the sun settles in for the brief duration of daylight; my own bed where I can finally get the much needed, yet readily deprived of, rest my body has been denied for a lifetime and beyond... these are just a few of my Dreams. But Dreams that are in my thoughts, whether it be day or night, they are always present. But they are just that, Dreams..... A Winter's Dream.
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