Well, I let the world know that I write a blog, and am surprised and delighted to know that it has been well received. One person asked to share it with others! Yes, please do. I have also noticed how excited I am everyday to write. For someone who thought they were not a "writer" this is a great revelation.
This morning in the local paper was an article about a homeless man who had died in the doorway of an art gallery. My first thought was how sad to die alone on the street, literally on the street. I am sure there are people who feel that that is one less homeless person to take care of but how much care do we really take? Who was this man? Why was he on the street? Did he slip through the cracks or was this a life style choice? I would like to know. I would like to honor his life. He was one of us, a human being filled with life that took a journey most of us do not understand.
This afternoon I was talking to a friend who had read my blog and commented on how we live in a community, or cultural conversation regarding homelessness. We are infected by the communtiy view of the homeless and then behave accordingly, without consideration. Ever notice how the looking away is just kinda automatic, no thought of whether or not we will engage. We are so busy being incharge of our life yet most of our lives are given by conversations that are not our own. That brings me to the conversations we have about death. What do we say and where did that conversation come from? What we say is not orginial nor is it examined by us, we just traffic in socially acceptable grease! How about we say something new. I really do not know at this time what that is but I am hoping by this time next year I will be closer to what could be said. Through dialogue with you and others we will construct a powerful conversation that honors life and celebrates death.
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