by Jennifer Hillman

The spiral notion of reflections
knowing the truth lives within the present essences
Seeing the country’s history revisiting…
From the Revolutionary war on sovereignty and freedom from oppression
to the Civil War about immigration and slavery…
individual rights of the states.
The equality of people and treatment…
being of race and women.

Wounds need healing upon knowing and acknowledgment
to change to another and different forms yet to be a comfort.

From where we are and where we would like to be.

Spinning the in and out of illusions and false words,
I continue to search for my part within these creations,
know the time is slowly changing all that is now.
Focus on the positive essences of truth I do see.
The increasing voices of the many seeking to be heard
with all the noise of the chaos.

Time magazine named Journalists as the people of the year…
looking for the truth and paying the price for it. 

Artists, writers, and creative people have always
shown the truth to us. We all are looking for that truth,
within ourselves and the world. 
It is a scary place right now. 
America…the world is broken. 
America is the world leader is broken
in a fractured piece of its past 
that remained unhealed 
from the uncertainty of the Revolutionary War; 
to the immigration/slavery issues of the Civil War; 
to suffrage movement for women 
and the citizens wonder why? 
Every opportunity is available or is it? 

Choices, chances, and decisions create our individual paths 
with our beliefs pushing us forward or holding us back.
Yet I trust the processes the humanity must go through to
get itself heading for the betterment. 

I take time to witness, listen to the current of the times, 
knowing the waves may get heavy at times. 
Just hold on tight and allow the right actions to us 
learning the better way to go in this next round 
for Mother Earth and humanity.

Forward movement is the only way and I connect deeper with my heart and my truths; realigning beliefs which guided me through some strengthening experiences, discovering find my voice, my soul’s pathways and meaning of what I was told during a near death experience many years ago…

“You are love and loved. Don’t forget this.”


© 2019 Jennifer Hillman

Jennifer Hillman is an intuitive life coach/healer, podcast host, published writer and poet, podcast host. Her books, Embracing Souls, are available on Jennifer Hillman.com, where she is available for coaching sessions.

By Jamie Forget

The north wind, an unwelcome visitor, whips icy cold every time I open the door to the church. It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m working the door for Barrie Out of the Cold. I greet the guests as they stomp in to get out of the weather. That night we would serve food, provide lodging, and offer backpacks filled with necessities to approximately 40 people. The visitors are from very diverse backgrounds with one thing in common; they are all homeless.
Unfortunately, this scene is all too familiar in many of our communities. People are living on the street with very little, or no, support. Cold Canadian winters can become a death sentence to some if they can’t find shelter.
The homeless desperately need our help.
My priorities and perspectives on homelessness have changed over the years. Not that long ago I would avoid the issue. I didn’t go so far as to cross the street when approached by a homeless person; though I did quicken my pace, with hands in pockets, head down doing my best not to interact.
Caught up in the rat race of life, I used my busyness as an excuse not to get involved.
The more we can learn about the root causes of homelessness, the less likely we will be to make moral judgements. Education on the three main causes of homelessness is the first step in erasing the stigma.
Structural factors are economic and societal in nature and include poverty and access to affordable housing. Systems failures occur when our social services break down, in some way, and include lack of mental health and addiction services. Individual circumstances may include traumatic events, mental health and addiction challenges, as well as domestic violence.
The reasons for an individual ending up on the street are most likely a combination of these factors and is rarely as clear cut as the misconception that the homeless are lazy or drug addicts.
As I began to understand that structural factors and systemic failures of communities potentially carry more weight than individual circumstances and poor choices, my perspective on the issues changed.
Who was I to judge the person huddled in the storefront trying to keep warm? Was she there because of many bad decisions, or had the system failed?
I now make eye contact and conversation. Sometimes I buy coffee, sometimes I give change. I give out information on our shelters and the services offered.
In short, I offer my humanity.
Soup kitchens and shelters are stop-gaps and not solutions, but remain so important for those on the street. As a volunteer it is the easiest way to get involved, and a street level introduction to social justice.
You can help by cooking food for your local shelter, donating food or clothing, or donating money to organizations that aid the homeless in your community. For the ambitious, you could learn more about affordable housing organizations and volunteer to help tackle the problem from a structural perspective.
If your skills are more geared to a less physically active approach you could write letters to your local politicians, encouraging them to provide more affordable housing options and to increase the social services available for our most vulnerable.
Our uniqueness is our strength! By using our diverse talents, we can mount a three-prong attack on the systemic and individual causes of homelessness.
Many will say the problem of homelessness is too big to tackle. I say, how can we not try.

© 2019 Jamie Forget

Jamie Forget is an elementary school teacher in Barrie Ontario. Actively involved in social justice issues, locally and globally, Jamie regularly blogs at www.nomadikj.wordpress.com.

Failed attempts or application.
Unfitting. State of a nation.

Weak argument. Nothing’s ever new
Happenstance. Déjà vu.

Here and now is now or never,
the lives, the lies, go on forever.
This ain’t living.

Injustice. You can’t breathe.
Chests rise and fall, like democracy.

Architects of misery,
we can’t ignore, or let be.

Air so heavy. Birds don’t fly.
Politician postures, no one cries.
This ain’t breathing.

Build a nation or build a wall
Ignorance, above all.

Embarrassing priorities.
Prime time for all to see.

Unbalanced power, it’s not right
Hypocrisy in plain sight.
This ain’t working.

© 2019 j.g. lewis

 

Throughout January, Mythos & Marginalia is looking at Where We are, as witnessed by contributing writers from across this magnificent planet.

By Denise McQuiston

I remember once, it seems like decades ago, hearing that the Earth’s poles were going to shift and all hell would break loose. It sounded scary; I didn’t think much of it after. That was then. Today I do.
We all do.
People in Alaska are probably thinking about it with earthquakes and thousands of aftershocks. Today it’s scary. Fires, record storms, global warming and global cooling, what is next? This question sits on your shoulder waiting to be answered.
The current climate conditions aren’t the only question looming over our shoulders.
The agenda of world leaders is questionable. Election fraud leaves us feeling powerless. Trade policies hurt the planet and all the life it sustains. We want to feel like we have control of policies and our leaders. But we don’t.
We can flee from a hurricane and tornado, but bad leadership is something we must endure and suffer under.
We are no longer in shock of this.
We are over the shock. We are over the anxiety.
We are awake now and in the great fight for our souls.
Amen or R.I.P.

© 2019 Denise McQuiston

Denise McQuiston is a writer, avid photographer, and wanderer who lives in Western Massachusetts. When worlds collide she can be found drining around New England with the music blaring. You can read more of Denise on Facebook Self Healing Movements + Tuina Answers.

Throughout January, Mythos & Marginalia is looking at Where We are, as witnessed by contributing writers from across this magnificent planet.

By Mitch Smith

Where I am now is decidedly different from where I was at twelve months ago.

Then I was angry and cynical about our country and the tin pot dictator who had stolen the White House. I was in a perpetual storm of ego and angst, of despair and hopelessness. I had to take a small part-time job because of some financial issues and I was trapped, it seemed, in a loop of maddening sameness; a La Brea tar pit of banality.

Needless to say, I was not at the top of anyone’s social list, not even mine. 

Then mid-year, my daughter, who had given birth to my granddaughter in November 2017, ran into some difficulties with the baby’s father and needed a place to stay. I was all too happy to accommodate them, although I will admit to a certain trepidation and fear. What would that mean to my life, to my routine, to my stability?

As tenuous as my life was, I had lived alone for almost twenty years, which is a hard nut to crack. 

Zariah came into my life like a laser, like a shooting star across a black sky. Everything I thought I knew about love and devotion and surrender were all shaken away, like loose skin, and I was immersed in a level of sheer and utter rapture.

Now, months later, I am still floating with this feeling. Seeing her grow and take on a personality and a spirit is an everyday miracle for me. Seeing her smile, and even cry, blows my heart up like a giant balloon. 

My angst and cynicism? Oh, they are still there, but now I find that I don’t need to dwell there anymore, they no longer define me, or explain me. I am now someone’s grandfather; someone’s father; someone’s lap to nap in or shoulder to cry on.

I stand now, at the end of a tumultuous year, in a renewed sense of hope. I am seeing the world through different eyes and no longer assuming the worst of everyone and the world at large.

That little girl has rescued me from myself.

I am home. 

Photo by Mitch Smith

Mitch Smith is a 64-year old semi-retired substance abuse counselor, who lives with his daughter, and granddaughter, my dog and two cats. Mitch enjoys reading, writing, photography, and continually learning how to be content and happy in his life. 

Throughout January, Mythos & Marginalia is looking at Where We are, as witnessed by contributing writers from across this magnificent planet.