So, this compendium, Notes on Transience, for The Safewire and Uber Counter Cookbook keeps writing itself. I thought there may be a slim volume to go along with the cookbook.
Tired was she of spinning the legend of a poor and homeless experience toward all the good she received in her community and hardly any of the despairing nature that was forever underneath a people who walked with hands on bootstraps, eyes out for the next slam from the world. The despair that came from the scenes she saw everyday of pain and illness, poverty and human disgrace.
She thought accepting poverty had to be one of the most difficult experiences to manage, to make sense of, in an abundant world. What is shown on television, film, and intrinsically present in social media, the difference between that landscape and the one of street life was staggering. The idea that any child would spend a night without a bed, a bathroom, food on the table, had become a reality that seemed to make her heart stop in her chest. The only thing to do was to live her life in debt to the very fact.
-Robin Sneed, Notes on Transience
On the blog what's going on inside....panicked out a bit last night....trying to be non-homeless....a big holiday is coming up....but it's okay....just in time we always seem to receive a gift...a word of encouragement....a prayer. I see these gestures of great sacrifices around....one toward me just last night that turned out to be completely unecessary because I panicked. I felt lost in the world off the street, out of the shelter, out of the feed lines and the DSHS wait to be refused to be turned back. Out of the parks, out of the 10th floor of the library, out of Mamasan's and off the pier and into the sky. A sky so blue it will teach you gratitude.