Showing posts with label camping. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 1, 2018

The Compromise....






~ The Compromise.... Life on the Streets ~



Life is an endless series of compromise. And when that 
life is lived on the streets, even more so. Our lives, our health, 
our safety.... what we eat, how we live; are all deeply compromised. 
Without refrigeration, we cannot keep and safely store foods.

Our sleep is compromised and continually disturbed,
being rudely woken more nights than not, sometimes 
several times a night, just for not having the
luxury of sleeping inside a home, on a warm bed.

Comforts of Life.... have been compromised so completely, 
you forget what it was even like to have it a part of your life. 
You never realize what you had until it is gone, and then it 
is too late to really appreciate it for what it was and all it did.
Your very personality changes living on
the streets, from the inside out....and outside in.

The only language my body speaks and communicates 
in is through pain. Why is this the only language my 
body is fully fluent in and knows?

Decades of my life have been taken from me, consumed 
by the Streets. Everyday a painful and pain-filled reminder. 
Not a few days, a couple weeks, or a month or two, 
but decades of my life have been consumed on the streets.
I have spent several lifetimes on the streets....

Lifetimes that can never be recovered.

Living on the streets teaches you things just by being in a 
circumstance not of your choosing, but imposed on you, 
regardless. Nature truly is the Best Teacher.

It teaches you to be resourceful, and improvise as you
go along, using what you have on hand and all around. 
I have learned about the very essence of life
while on the streets. Nature teaches you how to survive 
by the very nature of being in Nature. And survival becomes 
second nature because of Nature.
You become a survivalist by the very nature
                                                        of being out in Nature.

You become better at disengaging.

I've learned how to make great coffee without the use of a 
coffee maker, and it turns out so much better and richer 
than any coffee maker could make. I've learned how to cook 
without the use of a kitchen, by using and utilizing
what I have all around me. Using a single item for 
hundreds of other uses.

Improvising through life, every moment of every day.

Living on the streets becomes more of a fine art, and the 
best training ground for life. Teaching you how to let go and 
move on, while learning to let things be as they are. 
Life teaching you on the Fly about how to be.
And should be included as an Olympic Sport...
I would medal at the very top!!
    Living on the street takes camping to a whole new level.
Living on the Streets teaches you to be more resilient, stronger 
than you thought possible, and finding strength just by 
being present. Nature teaches you to adapt, because 
you have no other option available to you. It forces you to
change and bend to its will, not your own at any given time.
It conditions you to adhere to its Rules, and Will.... 
another Compromise.

Improvisation becomes second nature in all you do. You learn to
MacGyver your way through life when you live on the streets,
without the comforts of home, using a
single item for multiple purposes, like re-purposing LIFE
every moment of the day, all day, everyday



Living on the Streets
. A Blessing and a Curse


You learn more about living and LIFE on the streets than
you could ever learn in any classroom. Nature teaches you
everything – about life, about death and what truly
matters in the deepest context.

You learn a lot about life, more about death and what truly
matters living on the streets. You come face to face
with who you really are – at the core level.
You find out what you are truly made of.

The lessons you learn on the streets are immeasurable in life. 
it changes who you are and strips you down until there is nothing
left and builds you up, literally forcing you to become a different you---
in every way, shape and form.


Being on the streets is wholly consuming, completely draining 
and leaves you depleted and raw, while hardening you 
around the edges and cutting you to the very core.


Life....and endless series of Compromise.














Monday, December 27, 2010

11 Holiday Seasons... and Counting

Holidays on the streets…Marking my 11th year anniversary and still out here

2010 Season--

Well, here we are --- another year has passed by and another holiday season is under way-- this making the 11th anniversary of being out here having to endure the holidays alone and on the streets still. And this year, probably more than the others has been weighing heavily on my heart and soul. I have been out here more than 10yrs now, a solid decade of living, breathing and being on the streets… the harsh toll it is taking and continues to take… just remembering to breathe and wondering why I bother. Just keeping myself going, to what end?? Been questioning life and what it is all about more and more. I never expected to be forced to stay outside for a single night, much less en entire lifetime and beyond. And those drivers that I thought so highly of have readily turned their backs on me and looking at me and treating me with such contempt now-- it makes me dread even having to catch the bus, and finding more and more I am staying away until I absolutely have to take it-- but the way it runs (or doesn’t run, now) makes it really challenging, if not completely impossible to get much of anywhere on it. And this is something that drags me down further, making me feel worse than I already do.

And the worst thing I have to contend with are the abundant assumptions and harsh words and criticism by all these County Connection drivers-- talking trash about me right in front of me… and spreading trash around. They are the ones who make being present something I am truly coming to dread. Not once have a single one of them come to me to understand or hear the truth. But they have no problems causing trouble for me… the devastation that leaves in its wake-- very disheartening. Keeping my distance from them more and more now-- and each year, leaves me more breathless.

The cherished animals that bring heart to my nights and embrace me with acceptance and so much love... not something I have ever truly experienced from the 2-legged human variety.  Another year come, and already gone.   And the streets prevail...   still holding me in its grip.   I often wonder, now, if this is the only life I will see to the end.   I have met and been embraced by a rare few remarkable individuals that have sprinkled bits and pieces of hope to my heart...   and I hold tight to those..   And that helps me face another day, and endless night once more... then begin again, with more of the same.   Still praying, meditating and trying to accept what is and letting go and letting God manage the details.   Breathing in the crisp night air, usually filled with rain, letting my heart fill with hope and love.