MAKE TIME TO TAKE TIME
I was challenged as to how and why I do what i do as i loiter.
I was challenged as to my responsibility in the communities i live and move, so now I’m back on my feet, i need to implement the “KISS’ method…….
KEEP IT SIMPLE STUPID!!!!!
meeting many people who are not ‘feeling it no more’
having grown up being told ‘its not a feeling its a reality’, sounded a little too scientific for me, after all we have been taught the ‘rational’, which happens in the head is all that is to be trusted, where as the ‘irrational’ or the ‘gut feeling’ is not to be trusted.
as someone who likes to cook and who worked as a cook for many years, if I look at cooking only from a process of science, it loses all interest and ‘feeling’ for me. Sure understanding what is happening while i cook is important, that ‘feeling’ of satisfaction and creativity is not controlled by the scientific understanding i have of the process.
sadly for many organised ‘religion’ or even ‘modern’ ‘church’ leaves a deep sense for some of disconnect. We have designed a process by which we assume is ‘the way’ which more often than not leaves no room for contemplation, dialogue rather a talk fest often controlled by one or two people.
Its 645 am on an overcast Tuesday morning, people are out, running, riding, exercising or rowing along the yarra river. People every where are rushing to work or going about their daily business,
not me I’m loitering, with a thermos of hot chocolate blended from several ingredients in my hands.
The homes under the bridge are silent as residents sleep, stirring occasional, unaware of the activity, seagulls wait impatiently for them to stir as they await the crumbs of their food.
I sit quietly, waiting, watching and contemplating, as the residents continue their slumber.
After some time I leave the thermos and cups at the entry to the home under the bridge and go about the day, wondering who will i meet today, whose story will i hear and what will become of the hot chocolate??
just a few days later i was asked if i would pick up a person I had known for around fourteen years who was just being released from jail. i was honoured to reconnect with this person as we begin to journey together to connect in with community.
as I write this I am with my partners siblings and partners in NZ.
Last Sunday I was honoured to hear a local musician and artist as he played two new songs.
One was a conversation with his wife who died two years ago, the other called Come to me…..
Come to me you poor
With nothing to your name
And the poor who just have money
You can do the same
Walk with me I love you
Much like indifference being the opposite of love and hate, being poor is about what you have and what you don’t have?
As I loiter on the streets of Melbourne I go to the ‘top end’ of town’ to watch the faces on the street, and I wonder what stories I would hear, and what story they would like to hear?
I think it’s a mistake to make assumptions about people,’rich’ or ‘poor’.