November 21, 2022 – Monday

Being homeless in Nature for me really doesn’t feel like being homeless, because Nature is our home. Being homeless in a city environment for me is quite different. I feel much more vulnerable, much more exposed with little control of my life.

I experienced just another bad early morning waking to feelings of many stressful thoughts. thoughts that consume my being, but knowing they are just thoughts based on no reality, yet continues to come at me like a fierce charging buffalo wanting to trample me to death, with overwhelming stress, fear, and despair. Maybe I should let it kill the self that is creating this pain?

I don’t want those things that most people want in our crazy and mad world. I am not interested in materialism, nor wealth.

In my later life I felt I was being drawn to write about injustices of indigenous peoples; in nature; and in the Sacred. I feel I was meant to write. But it isn’t the driving force that directs my life, but an expression of what is important to me. When I thought I would be in a good place to write in our current place, it seems not to be working out. Why? I wish I knew. Maybe the right circumstances will come some day. I hope they come soon.

What my driving force is, is empathy, compassion, forgiveness, kindness, understanding, and unconditional love. It is being one with the Source, and how may I serve the Creator, and all life forms? This is who I have become with the many struggles, and challenges it brings. Success means to me, how I have contributed to the world, through unconditional love within, and without. But it has been very challenging for me – It has also been an enlightened experience, and joy.

Let my final days on this beautiful planet, be consumed with being of service in any way, and in all forms it takes.