I want to share a few of my thoughts today about homeless people, and paintings. Also I feel a connection with job losses and alcohol abuse. I have quite a few thought looping around in my head. I don’t really know where this is heading I’m just going to babble. I’ll try not to babble too much, I hope, but I have been doing quite a bit of thinking about this.
I was once homeless myself, for a while.
I had support from my lovely Mom to accept the help given to me and I spent 12 months sleeping on the sofas of friends and relatives with my 2 year old *AJ. So I never had to sleep rough, but it could have been very different if I hadn’t of had my lovely Mom back then.
It was actually very good for me and it helped me to appreciate everything I have now.
It also freed me from the materialism I was so caught up in before losing my home and belongings.
As a child I very often would escape into art work,
I had a tapestry in my bedroom that became a wonderful place for me to escape to.
I have this tapestry still in my conservatory, I have a lot of happy memories from it.
But also in my family home, growing up, were a lot of prints done by one of my Moms favourite artists, L.S.Lowry.
Lowry painted life, he painted it real…scenes from industrial England.
My family were all factory workers
These paintings gave me an idea of how people felt. I would visualise walking around with Lowry’s match stalk men and match stalk cats and dogs. It wasn’t as nice as the garden I would escape to in my tapestry, but it was a place in my head that gave me places and people to be with.
Daydream land was so important to me as a child, it was where I made sense of things.
Anyway…I’ve gone off on a tangent as usual, gotta love the Aspie tangents…giggle.
I was in a large pet store the other day
I was getting my monster bag of Rottweiler food for my ROCKY BOY, when a homeless guy walked in.
He was carrying a sports bag and immediately all eyes fell on him.
People started walking away from him, and the shop assistants all started talking to each other in whispers.
He was only a young guy, a young black guy with dreadlocks.
He sat down on the floor and opened his sports bag and got out the most adorable puppy. Then he asked the shop assistant if she would weigh him for him. He then got all the money he had out onto the counter and asked, “What food can I get with this that is the best for my little mate!”
The shop assistant then explain to him about the weight-food ratio and how to best feed his dog while on the move. This guy was one that goes from hostel to hostel, staying as long as he can. Some hostels won’t have him with his dog, I could see that this guy would happily wrap his coat around his dog and go without himself.
I spoke with him for a while,
I am sensible before you say anything, I only do this in public places. I have had some of the most incredible conversations chatting with the homeless, sat on the floor sharing a hot dog. I never give them money, just food a hot drink and a bit of my time.
This young guy had not decided what to call his dog, I had a joke with him and told him that my animals have all told me their names as soon as I’ve seen them.
“I think his name is FRANK!”
He laughed with me and said he’d seriously think about it. You know I think he actually will. 🙂
As I was driving back from dropping *AJ off at college this morning.
I saw two elderly homeless guys walking toward a local town centre. The one guy had long grey frizzy hair and full beard, they were both carrying carrier bags with their bedding in and were chatting away to each other while looking at the floor.
Why do they look at the floor?
Are they looking for dropped coins or are they avoiding seeing the way some people look at them?
Homelessness can happen to anyone, some of us are fortunate enough to get help to keep on keeping on.
Others not so fortunate and some homeless people have lived that way so long they don’t know how not to be on the streets.
They are still people and they are still loved by God.
I’ll say it again…it could happen to anyone!
I wanted to share this video
It has quite a few of the paintings in it that I knew as a child.