What's the Problem

What's the problem with homelessness, other than the violence from which it comes and toward which it further travels? Why not ignore and grow tolerance for the inevitability of caravans of sojourners on pilgrimage toward mirages of Uniting Promised Lands? I have more immediately pressing everyday problems-- trimming my nails, drying the laundry on a rainy non-clothesline day, raking the leaves, mowing the lawn, sweeping the front porch to invite the occasional visitor, harvesting the squash, pulling voracious weeds, cleaning, the gutters, rain-barrels, the truck... feeding the birds, the kids, the garden soil... clothing the hungry barefoot kids, doing my nails... Did I say that one already? These are my at-risk immigrating priorities, my everyday interdependent pilgrims, projects longing for a more integral, mutually inviting, loving, enchanting, even possibly ecstatic?, climaxing! healthy purpose. Lawn and leaves, con-joined birds and children, singing back and forth wet porches and clothes and dirty rain-barrels and gutters, tired and depressed worn-out sleep-deprived visitors right here at my doorstep sharing our cooperatively therapeutic planet with whatever climate health remains before traveling further regenerative and degenerative pilgrimages of decomposing choice, no alternative homeless choicelessness. Homelessness is too big to therapeutically share alone. I am too small to host and everyday depressing compressed to receive, to accept with impressed renewing eyes longing for healthy integrity throughout my extensive habitat of deeply cooperatively owned responsibilities to co-produce common healthy outcomes for ourselves and all our caravans, domestic and wildly foreign, Internal climate pilgrimage toward integrity with beauty and external co-empathic journeys into wayfare homelessness, eco-sublimation, timeless Earth enchanting trusts and disenchanting mistrusts while cleaning my nails while washing the truck.