Monday, June 26, 2017

Because Life Happens...






Because Life Happens….



I find myself forced to live on the streets…..Because Life Happens.
Plans go by the wayside, and time and again, Life happens…. And
interferes and gets in the way of living.

Because Life happens, it loses meaning and has no
purpose to any of it. I still expect to
receive any of the promises of life we were promised in God’s word,
the Bible….such as; “I Have Plans for
Your Life to be Prosperous and not Harm You”.
Still waiting for that promise to be kept. Because Life Happens….
Life has been very Harmful, Devastating, Ugly…..
Because Life Happens…. Life has been overall unpleasant.

Because Life Happens… people are readily denied the services
and assistance they need. Because Life Happens,
Wars are an ever-present presence in our lives. Because Life Happens….
Death is all around us. Because Life happens….Life is what it is.

Because Life happens….. people are forced to live their life,
or rather, their merest existence, on the streets…. I was given a life sentence
by and through the illegal actions of others. Memories the body remembers,
even when you do not want to remember. Because Life Happens….
Your body never forgets. It remembers in pain, and never lets you or allows you to forget. 
Because Life Happens…. Things happen that are completely out of our control...
We have Regrets, We become Nostalgic, We Consume, We make Mistakes,
We Measure Time, We Compare, We Compete, We Learn, We Grow. 

Because Life Happens… Life is as it is. Because Life happens….
We BREATHE, We Live, We Love, We Grieve, We Hope,
We Die….. All Because Life Happens.
















Friday, June 23, 2017

Relief From Summer's Heat...


Relief From Summer’s Heat…
Living on the Streets


When your life is delegated to the streets,
as a permanent residence,
finding relief from Winter’s Grip and Summer’s excessive heat
become real challenges as we do not have homes to go to to
get out of it. You learn to become resilient, self-reliant,
and adaptable in order to live, BREATHE, and continue
to move forward, in whatever capacity that may be.
Being forced to live on the streets for so long, I cannot
weigh which is worse, trying to find cooling relief
in the sizzling heat of Summer,
or some warmth in the freezing Winter. Both of which offer
up a host of challenges to contend with. But it is much easier
to find warmth, than it is to cool off in the excessive heat,
which you find impossible.

Just some of the challenges the excessive heat poses to
those of us without homes; movement and breathing are
the ones hardest hit with the heat. As the heat becomes
more like living on the inside of an oven left on all
day at 500* degree temperatures, it makes it harder to breathe,
and move about, because the heat is so very draining and exhaustive.
But allows for better movement in the body, as it loosens the joints.
Though, it has a nasty tendency to cause fluid build-up
and swelling through your extremities,
which makes it more challenging to move.

Waves upon waves of heat flows over you like an ocean.
The pressure of the heat has a heaviness that cooler weather does not.
The air feels much heavier in the exhaustive heat of Summer than in Winter,
where the air is crisp and easier to breathe. In the Summer,
the heat feels like a thick blanketed shawl wrapped tightly
around your body, while the cooler temperatures of Winter
releases heat and the air is much lighter and freer.
But the cold temperatures make it harder to
move through your joints, because they
become tight and stiff in the cold air.
Having to use the restroom, especially during the night,
is much more difficult in the Summer’s heat, due to the
damp/soaked clothing from perspiring so much, whereas in the
Winter, your clothes slide easily off to change or
use the restroom.

Getting any rest during the Summer heat is a real challenge,
since the nights do not cool off much, if any.
And when you are too hot, sleep just doesn't happen, or if it does,
very restless and leaves you even more tired come morning.
The heat drains you of all your energy and leaves you feeling listless.

Food storage is nonexistent in the high heat of Summer.
Food doesn't keep in the heat. Fruit and produce goes
bad in just minutes, while in Winter…. It will last a little while,
allowing you to get to it while it is still good. You end up wasting
what little money you have on food, only to find it no good
just shortly after purchase because of the heat.
And being on the streets, you do not have a safe place to store,
prepare and cook foods. You have to rely on what is
already made, and then you have to consume it immediately,
or you might as well dump your money in the trash,
because that is where the food goes.

The worst thing about having to live on the streets,
especially during the hot summer months,
are the insects that come out en mass when it is warm.
Things you have never seen before, or read about,
but find them assaulting you day-in, day-out.
and coming out really heavy starting in the early evening,
swarming you through the night, and slightly
lessening through the morning to mid-afternoon.

On the plus side, though… I am so grateful to be on the streets
here in the Bay Area, where the winds are cleaner
(that is unless smokers are around, making it
impossible to breathe anything akin to clean, fresh air),
and not the harsh, rough, highly abrasive sand
papery air that the desert air is.
Desert air always feels like moving and breathing
through liquid sand paper at every moment,
not to mention living inside of a furnace.
And the summer heat is a few degrees cooler…
Being on the streets could be worse, if I were not
residing everywhere and nowhere
here in the San Francisco Bay Area.




Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Disillusionment of Life....




Disillusionment of Life….





Life….. the illusion continues.

They say we “are living the dream within a dream”.

Well, my life has been anything but a “dream”.

A brutal nightmarish hell, definitely….. a dream?

No. Only a very bad dream…. One that I have never been able to wake from.

Wondering what is going on in my parallel lives. Feels the same.

Feels like I have been living the exact same lifetime, over and over and over again….

And that is where the dis-allusion of life comes about---- living the same lifetime,

over and over and over without end, for eternity.

It wasn’t good the first several thousand times, so why does

the same horror show keep repeating in my life????

So ready to be done with it once and for all.

Illusions, Allusions, Dreams…..

So what is the point of Life?!

If life is but a Dream, albeit a very bad dream, why bother?

The devastation of life on the streets…

I cannot even begin to convey what you have to deal

and contend with living on the streets, as it goes much deeper than

not being able to eat properly, or regularly…

goes way beyond being constantly video-monitored and watched 24/7,

deeper than not having any privacy whatsoever to do your most private,

intimate things in public every moment….

It goes Much deeper.

Insects that you only ever found in expired cereals and rice…

becoming more and more frequent visitors to your mornings….

Devastating your heart…. Wondering how much further life could pull

and drag you down into depths you can never reach.

You learn living on the streets brings about the most unexpected

things into your life at any moment. And your body, heart, and soul

quickly adapting to even the most hellish of experiences,

no matter what that may be.






Blessed...

Blessed…



I am truly blessed.  Homeless,
 I don’t have a home, a bed, a kitchen,
a bathroom, and I live one the streets, but I am Blessed.
I am blessed to have access to the libraries
all around and the ability to check out materials with an
endless assortment of books to choose from, the use of computers,
scanner and printers…. I am Blessed.
I am Blessed to respect myself enough to not be “seen” as Homeless,
and then denied and refused assistance because I do not fit the part;
I do not look, smell, act or behave as a homeless person is scripted to be by society.
I am Blessed to share my days and nights with my furry and feathered friends,
my confidants and co-conspirators who nourish my heart and life like nothing else can.
I am Blessed to have a body that continues to carry the burden of life on the streets.
No, this isn’t the life I planned, but I am truly Blessed.
I am witness to Nature’s unfolding while watching the incredible sunsets and sunrises,
most mornings and evenings. Watching the colors being stroked across the skies
with the most perfect colors and brushes that bring the brilliance to the forefront,
which is breathtaking and immersive. Being present every moment,
feeling everything, seeing everything; becoming a part of the landscape in the truest sense…
blending in so fully and completely, you become invisible to society but fully
embraced by Nature and Her incredibly beautiful creatures that fill my life.
Counting Blessings everyday…
Though, most of time, it is the hardest challenge I have in my life,
finding those precious gems.



Thursday, May 18, 2017

Empty Remains




~ Empty Remains ~


Deep in the darkness my heart still sees
the shadows of night, portrayed
within the memories of the past...
Impressions reflected, bequeathed by shadows,
mirrored by deceptions, covered in pain--
In the realms of the mind;
The mirror of the soul--
Through the depths of frustration,
in the midst of anger--
Silent tears burning deep inside,
emptying the soul, feelings drained,
devoid of spirit, depleted in strength--
The remains of laughter
long forgotten with shadows
of pain taking its place.
The essence of being no longer present--
Buried within, layer upon layer.
Shadows forsaken
in the minds' collection,
hollowed through by spoken silence--
Speaking louder then the
sound of words... Merely voiced--
Constricting silence binding the soul,
in draining confusion, betrayals of trust.
The depths of silence sears the soul,
in wakes of abandon,
caressing softly whispers of the spirit.

By

Renee Bowen

Friday, January 20, 2017

The Toll of Living on the Streets...



The Toll of the Streets….




When your life is lived on the streets, the longer you are forced to live outside,

the harder the toll it takes on you, especially in terms physically.

Living on the streets exposes you to everything and

everyone, even when your very presence is unwelcome.

Aside from not being able to eat properly;

(as real meals are a rarity that becomes a treasured morsel when you do have

a real meal to eat)  the three most pressing things that take the

hardest toll on you on the streets; the weather, battling an endless array of insects,

and the attitudes and treatment from people deciding that we warrant their

ugliness due to a circumstance we didn't choose.



Life on the streets; most people never consider what it is actually like

having to live your life, every facet of your life, on the streets.

But when you are outside 24/7, you don’t get a break from the weather.

And even more so having to contend with the stormy weather; high winds,

heavy rains, stormy weather filled with misery

and having no place to really protect yourself from any of it.

It is like being in the boxing ring with a hundred fighters,

pummeling you, over and over and over….. when the harsh rains and heavy

winds finally ease back, you literally feel as though not only

were you beat to hell by it all, but like you have been run over

by a steam roller, going back and forth, slowly crushing you first

from one end, then to the other, then being hit by and run over by

a large truck. It tears you up having no choice but to endure

and experience Mother Nature at Her worst.



One of my main areas I stay in, well, actually one of the spots

I have found for the night, where I have been staying for quite some time,

is no longer available due to Mother Nature’s fury.

When I left my “spot” earlier in the day, the tree I was under was

still up and still standing, but on my return; the same tree was downed

directly where I had been. Just glad I was not there when it happened.



Another thing people never consider for those of us having

to live on the streets and battle the weather,

is our areas get flooded out, frozen over, and trees come down all around you,

or directly in your path that held your presence just a brief time earlier.

This is certainly not the first time having to move by force of Nature.

One of the many hazards of having to live outside.

There is a long list of contenders fighting for attention.

Living on the streets turns into how to survive this thing called LIFE,

that is more of a cruel joke than anything else, when that very life is lived on the streets.

The hazards of streets life….

Oh let me count (some of) the ways;



* Weather in every extreme....from the baking heat of Summer to the

freezing temperatures of Winter with Heavy rains, pummeling hail,

harsh, crushing winds that bring about downed trees, downed power lines,

flooded areas making it impossible to get where you need to go,

frozen ground, frost covered ground, icy patches that bring you

crashing to the ground, an endless assortment of insects

that only come out through and during the night;

as they seek you out for dinner... and lunch… and breakfast, along with

anytime in between, leaving their marks on your person;

The muck and mire of street life.

Winter is truly the worst time having to live on the streets.

During the warmer months, it is easier to move around,

but the heat makes it more challenging to breathe,

while the colder temperatures are much more challenging to move in

and around, but the air is easier to breathe.



* No regular meals, no ready access to facilities to use for

waste disposal (finding a restroom) or clean up.



* Being assaulted and consumed, night after endless night by insects.



* Nowhere to be but not allowed wherever you are.



* Holidays – as this limits transit, if it runs at all, and

makes clean up and waste disposal (trying to find a restroom)

an even greater adventure, since every place is closed.

And clean up is always under icy cold water to wash your face

and body, and hair. Clean up in cold weather, is really hard to endure,

adding the icy temps of the icy cold water, mixed with the icy, cold, biting air.



* Finding some place to wash clothes, which usually ends up being

a park sink filled with cold, icy water. Then drying is done by blanketing

bushes and stringing line or cord between trees or poles to lay some clothes

over like a clothes line. It works OK, unless the weather is always wet and soggy.



* Finding yourself covered in people’s nasty habits; chewed gum, spit,

junk from smokers, chewed tobacco, eliminating wherever they choose….

and their pets eliminations they refuse to pick up after, And Nature itself….

Insects. Just to name a few.



* During the day, unless it is a Holiday, you can usually find

some place to go for a little while, but come evening, there is no place to go.

Everything and every place shuts down for the night.

Aside from some Safeways that are open 24/7, you cannot always rely

on having that to go to through the night.




Survival mode becomes your default setting every moment of the day,

and all through the night. A mode you find has no turn off switch.

On guard all the time. But being outside is much safer than any so-called “shelter”.

Not to mention, you have no privacy. The thing about shelters that people

fail to understand is you cannot just “go to a shelter”. It does not work that way.

You have to literally make an appointment several weeks, or months well in

advance to do an “intake”. They won’t let you just walk in anytime

because the weather is bad. If you have not had an “intake” taken, they

shut the door in your face, and tell you to call in a few weeks. Yet, how

are you supposed to call? Even when you are able to find a way to call, you are

repeatedly told to keep calling back, because they have no room. So you are

stuck in the cycle, and going in circles, only to keep

ending up right where you were.


Saturday, December 24, 2016

Christmas....2016




~ Christmas 2016~




Christmas no longer feels like Christmas. This year, especially, 

the feel of Christmas is missing. I don’t know whether it has something 

to do with this being my 17th one Spent alone on the streets, or the air

that is usually festive and filled with good cheer and the air filled 

with the vibrancy of it all…. For some reason, the air doesn't

 have that feel to it at all this year. If anything, it has become 

quieter all around. I have to be reminded, sometimes by myself, 

sometimes by others, that it is Christmas. To me, it is nothing 

more than another day on the streets, a day that is more challenging 

to find some place to clean up, since it is a Holiday, and every place is closed. 

It is really hard to get excited about Christmas, Holidays, or any day

for that matter when you have no one to share them with. 

Another Christmas where I will be in the park surrounded by a 

good stack of library books for company….. 

 and my furry and feathered friends.



I spent the first several years of the Holidays that I was 

on the streets, volunteering at various organizations, shelters, 

soup kitchens and so forth…. But it just drained my energy. 

 I have found more and more that I am not energized around 

people, especially when it is around large crowds, but just the opposite. 

Being torn down by others because of the way I move... 

It brings me down. I so wish that those who choose to show 

me all their ugliness could experience the excruciating pain 

that I live with every moment of my life. Know what it feels like 

to feel like your knees are being hack-sawed with every step, 

along with the feeling of an axe being swung through your 

legs at varying angles, to feel the constant jerking and spasms, 

all day and all through the night from your hips to the bottoms of your feet;

To experience the constant heavy fluid build-up and swelling 

that fills my legs from mid-thigh down to my toes; 

To actually feel the effects from others’ actions against you, 

when you are on the receiving end of verbal abuse and violent behaviors.



So after several years of giving my time and love, I no longer 


volunteer during the Holidays. Instead, books and animals

 fill my heart and soul during the Holidays, in a way that 

people never have. Being on the streets for so long….. 

you literally become trapped and find the more you try to escape, 

the deeper you are pulled in. Kind of like those mirror 

mazes at theme parks, everywhere you turn, you find yourself 

going in endless circles, and coming back to where you started.



The toll being homeless takes on you; physically, mentally, spiritually…. 

Should be what the most violent offenders’ sentences should be. 

 Instead, we are the ones to suffer from their actions, 

while they receive free meals, a bed, a roof, tv….

And they pay nothing.



When you are forced to live the merest existence on the streets, 

you find it a real challenge to get excited about

 anything, really. Much less when the Holidays roll around. 

It becomes a very depressing time of year, and you get sucked 

down into depths you could never have imagined.



Memories fade into the well where dreams are stored….

 No longer seem real. The feelings are no longer there. Just images. 

 You wonder if it really happened or if it is just images of your mind.

 Is your mind playing tricks on you, or it is just a cruel joke 

being played by the mind? It’s like my life has been swallowed 

whole within a Black Hole. Just being on the streets is challenging enough,

without adding bad weather to the mix….then to have to contend with 

Mother Nature’s fury, Her moods changing constantly…

When you live on the streets, you really come to dread bad weather;

 especially the heavy rains and hard winds. But living and barely

 existing on the streets during bad weather, you and your bags 

stay wet long after the rains have subsided.



This is by far The Worst Christmas I have ever experienced.

 Especially in physical terms. The physical pain I am forced to 

endure is so far off the charts, it is interfering with everything I do, 

including breathing. The list is too long to go into, but the worst is the

 extreme burning that is fully consuming and continually tearing me

 up and ripping me apart every moment, knows no ends. The searing pain 

that goes from the back of my throat, down my chest and through 

my stomach has been going on for several years now.



 Nothing has given even the slightest bit of relief. Seems another life 

sentence has been tacked on to my life, adding more pain to endure. 

 Because of the rest just wasn't enough…



I have never experienced a pain-free day in my life. 

 There have been a few moments along the way where it was 

not as intense, not as draining, not as life destroying…. 

But it has never gone away completely. Looking forward to 

putting this horrendous year behind me. I cannot say I am

 looking forward to another year…. But looking forward to it not being

 as bad as this one has been. I have experienced a LOT 

having to live on the streets, and I truly wish I had a memory 

that could just erase it all. Instead, I have a memory 

that remembers it all, only all too well.



Friends and family…..what does that truly mean when 

you live on the streets? Both become non-existent in your life. 

 And nowhere is this more clearly presented than when you are 

forced to exist on the streets. Friends and Family, nothing but 

cruel words spoken to those having to live on the streets. 

 If they were present in your life, you would not be on the streets.

 You would never have had to spent a single night outside, 

without protection, without the safety of a home…. 

Much less, nearly 2 solid decades.

Christmas is just another day of endurance on the streets.