When Last Known Good becomes Last Known Safe

Last Known Safe  We live in a country on a continent of prosperity, a land of plenty where there should be no one living on the streets. Okay, some make the choice to be on the street, yes, sure, and I understand how the spectre of mental illness and addiction haunt so many of the homeless and the street people. I have met those who have chosen the street as their home that will talk somewhat uneasily about their choices and their lives on the street offering a bit of an apology punctuated with an inference that they’ll try to do better and … Continue reading When Last Known Good becomes Last Known Safe

Outside looking in…

I have these moments when I feel like I’m on the outside of my life, looking in… a peeping-tom trying to catch glimpses of the real me, and the real parts of my life. I sometimes imagine that I am walking along a darkened street, glancing in the windows of the houses I pass, the windows framing the activities of life and living.  I wait for the bits where its me doing the living, but it feels like they are few and far between.  I generally feel disconnected from forward momentum of my life. I’m not sure when this started … Continue reading Outside looking in…