Ahem, if you got that musical reference... Give yourself some EJ Brownie points.
Denver is a big place and nothing is close... well almost nothing. Krispy Kremes is too close. ;)
Ahem, I regress.
Most of the time, we are in the car for 20-40 minutes per adventure. And since we homeschool, we adventure A LOT. So when my kids are trapped in the car with me (♫ ♪ ♫ cue the evil sinister music ♪ ♫ ♪ ) they usually have to endure life lessons or really loud music. Music is my muse... when I think, there is music. When I write, there is music. When I am angry, there is music. When my kids are yelling at each other, there is really loud music.
Hummm, no wonder everything reminds me of a song.
Ahhh, I am soo ADD today.
On an outing, one day, we saw a homeless man sleeping on the grass next to the stop light. My 6 year old, Tobias, couldn't believe he would choose to sleep on the sidewalk.
"Why doesn't he just go home?"
After explaining he doesn't have a home for the tenth time, he still didn't get it.
"But why doesn't he go sleep in his bed?"All too often we see things like this, not only on the side of the street, but also in the "bums" of our lives. Ya ya, make the jokes now... let's move on ;)
Why doesn't he just go home? Why don't you just go home? Why don't we just admit our wrongs and move on?
No, all the homeless men in Denver aren't on the street because they choose to be. That's so not where I am going with this... In fact, I have no idea why they are there. But I venture to say at least one of them is just "not going home."
Why is that? What is preventing that one man/woman from returning home? Is it like the prodigal son? Did he squander his inheritance and is embarrassed to return? Whose son is he? Whose daughter could she be? Are they missing him/her? I am sure they are.
My biological father was/is a homeless man. No, he wasn't one when I was born. At age 6 he left to go find greener pastures. And pretty much that is where the communication ended. I have heard from him about as many times as I have fingers on my hands, in the last twenty some odd years (or a few more).
He told me once that he choose not to contact us girls, because he didn't want to interrupt our lives. He wanted us to be able to move on and make something of ourselves because he was failing so miserably as an adult... he was homeless in Houston (Is that like Sleepless in Seattle? Humm.).
Have you been in a similar situation? Maybe not homeless but figuring it's better to stay in the background of the situation, because you can't add to it?
Can I tell you that not having any contact with his girls was the worst thing that man ever did. He may have been embarrassed about his situation, but his family needed(s) to hear from him.
What kinds of situations are you "laying in the grass" for? Unwilling to admit or come face to face with?
For me, there are a lot of things that I choose to not come to terms with. Some of them probably directly relate to the abandonment of my father. But I choose to let them sleep beside the busy street, no one knows what they are; no one knows if they even need a home. It's easier that way. Not having to own up to what needs to happen in my life. It's just easier to them remain unknown.
Is there a way to make those "homeless" things of my life get up and walk home? Get dealt with? Find their families again?
I am sure there is. But until then... if you see something weird beside the road, sleeping... Maybe it's one of my "issues"... could you send it home?
The good news is... all these issues that plague our everyday lives... help us with our writings.
See, there is light at the end of the tunnel. ;)
Off to sing in the car! Let's see what comes of it! ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ Hopefully nothing too deep, my head hurts today. ;)
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