Several days ago a conversation that had taken place at an entertainment business gathering was shared with me. The primary theme being TERROR for the financial security of families in the industry due to work stoppage…between the fire halting projects, to ICE infiltrating the city, to AI replacement, now hovering on previously unimaginable homelessness.
My beating heart joined them.
A series of partially unforeseen, partially slow moving, non reversible tides, swept into Norman’s and Oberon’s (golden retriever) and my beautiful craftsman cottage, five blocks from the Santa Monica beach and we had to walk out, putting the most treasured possessions into storage and garage sales-ing the rest, saying goodbye to our life as we knew it and OUT into the world of homelessness…literally living in our old black Subaru station wagon for EIGHT YEARS. Volumes and volumes of stories lived and written from those years, and a soul knowing the entire time that someone had to walk this walk who would talk about it…noone can imagine what it is like unless one has lived it…and the immense difficulty in getting ‘out’…even with fancy degrees and imaginations.
IN THE MIX …and at the heart of ‘it all’….beauty in every moment right alongside the trauma…in nature…in fellow humans….in the minute blessings of each day.
BUT/AND the ‘before the wave hits’ fear of seeing what’s coming, to the genuine rolling in as one ‘Oh my GOD’ giant wave’ , takes one to one’s knees.
The life force that lives within each of us is a mighty thing…one can stand up, again and again, and each time an expanded knowing and compassion accompanies that stand.
The world will still be there and needs us.