From my journal:

That photo shot in my heart with my homeless friend against and with the super moon! Him, invigorated to be alive again by this rare super glowing white moon, prospects of new work and meaning.

Some art you hold inside until it is developed later! Yet, †here is a grieving of sight. I’ve seen so much from 911 to my local friend tonight in gorgeous moon light. All of it forms me. And informs my heart.

Being in that village in Croatia as the first american; watching the berlin wall start to crumble, living in Jerusalem, seeing the effrontery of the end and beginning of the end of race relations; watching the bodies fall on 911 still sticks into and with me, like falling poems disintegrating into styrofoam dust…without interpretation or honorable funerals.

Making the local front page in Buzet, Croatia, for picking up trash, and drinking great beer with local friends afterwards! What a bash, those friends know how to facilitate life! Happy to have been in the story of the nations. I just keep crying about what i’ve been allowed to see, and be with, in Him.

I’ve had hundred of homeless friends in many nations through the years. They all blessed me immeasurably! I’m still embodying and incarnating all they taught me. And teach me daily.

I myself lived under many bridges (NC, Richmond, Boston, NYC, Albuquerque, San Fran, Brussels, Tel Aviv, and beyond…) for a long time also, and in my car, in parks, and later with ramblers; but, those who have had to find a higher sense of home in themselves without a physical home, always teach me the most. The true shelter is internal. And eternal. Sometimes it’s in one location, often it is mobile, but it’s always spiritual-what Home, really is inside us.

I’m not homeless or an orphan anymore. But that has nothing to do with location or physical shelter.

One day, you’ll see us all in One photo, and it will be gorgeous!