A
New Year.... on the Streets
2020
As
the New Year unfolds, it becomes a first of many.....
A
New Beginning, the First Day of the New Year, of a New Month,
and
of the next Decade. It closes out one decade and begins a new one.
Shutting
the door to the worst years.
As
2019 comes to a close and another year about to begin...
this
past year has truly been a mixed bag of blessings, challenges and
unimagined
hardship. Just as Hope was fading and diminishing
to
the brink of being non-existent, blessings come at just the precise
moment
when all hope was lost. Bringing a renewed strength of Faith,
and
Hope to my life in a cycle of infused love for humanity....
as
the door closes on one year and opening to the next one...
I
have much to be grateful for.
-
Met a couple of amazing people who blessed me in immeasurable ways,
just by being who they were as people, and whom I would have never encountered had I not been in my circumstance
-
I have clothes to wear to keep me warm
-
I was able to get a new pair of shoes to replace the ones
that
could no longer be held together
-
I was able to get most of the necessities I needed
-
I have public restrooms to use to take care of my personal needs
-
I am no longer harassed nearly as much by Law Enforcement
-
I am surrounded by Nature and Her Wonders every moment and
witness to the most amazing orchestra
2020....
A Beginning for The Promise of a Better Future.
The
first thing that number, 2020, brings to mind is the
News
Program, 2020 followed by Dateline.
These
programs used to be Staples in our home, the Segments that
brought
Truth and Justice to light, when reporters reported what was real,
instead
of told what to report, or how. Something we need more of in this
world.
And
perhaps with the New Year Beginning, It will open the path to
a
great new Beginning in all regards, and for the door to 2019,
one
of the WORST years I have ever experienced,
to
be closed for good. And one I never wish to re-visit.
This
is my 20th New Year I have experienced on the streets, and
remain
in
the same circumstance, regardless of what I do, or where I go. That
covers
a LOT of History... 9/11, the Deadliest Wild Fires in California
History;
The Camp Fire, the Tubbs Fire, The Cedar Fire,
The
Woolsey Fire, The Carr Fire, The Thomas Fire just to name a few.
Among
some of the history since I have been forced to live my life
outside,
on the streets, are devasting Natural Disasters that have consumed
thousands
of lives; the 2004 and 2005 Tsumanis and Earthquakes, with
devastating
Floods and Droughts. There is so much more.
Experiencing
and living through Twenty full Winter and Holiday Seasons
outside.
Seeing 20 full New Years begin and end. Seasons of Hope blended
and
mixed with the deepest emptiness that has drained me on levels I never
knew existed. Experiences that could fill volumes, and stuff libraries...
knew existed. Experiences that could fill volumes, and stuff libraries...
So
I really hold no illusion of what life holds for the future...
Street
life has consumed my entire existence.
While
the New Year holds Promise of what is yet to be,
I
cannot summon the excitement or spirit of Life...
Being
Homeless is like living in a drought through winter
in
terms of finding food or shelter, while having to contend with
the
worst extremes of weather; heavy rains, high winds and ugly storms
ripping
through not only the lands, but through your soul, as well.
Another
New Year come to pass with the barest existence of
life
on the streets.
New
Year's Day, a New Beginning, or a Contiuation
of
a Nightmare I can never wake from?
