Cycling seasons bring change to our environment. The circular nature of such change brings a vortex that circles and circles and will continue to grow a tempest that may spawn a hurricane. The immense winds associated with the storm may rip apart weakly associated groups of people, or may bring new collectives together.
Like the seasons, our voyage through life is circular. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Birth to death. The storm only grows in magnitude the older we get and the winds get more volatile to uproot trees, tear down houses, and deliver people and pets to Oz.
My personal tempest has these traits and right now the winds have me battened down with a new group of people, the fringes of society. I met two people three days ago and have quickly started to reroot with them in their hometown, TO.
Nadine and Dan seem to be wonderful, tightly knit friends, who have actual concern for people… Not gilded praise. They have given me direction, smokes, and food. Their knowledge of TO’s social support system has made it abundantly clear that help is near, you just have to find it like shelter during a storm.
Me and Dan are in the process of building a shelter in which to sleep as we are homeless, while Nadine is not. Food is not a problem as the munchkins keep it plentiful for the downtrodden, underdeveloped, impoverished few that remain on the streets. While waiting for a bed, time has slipped a few seconds, and being homeless has gone by as fast as a beer at lunch on a hot day.
Likely the storm that uprooted my tree, tore down Dan’s house, and delivered Nadine in a Tornado has subsided, but it has brought us together and made us resilient from persevering our life trials. What the three of us do next is up to us, our goals, and our ambitions. The idea to travel to Europe and visit London still exists, but doesn’t burn so bright during the days I spend with them.
Jonasson Enigmatic Nirvana 