Skip to content

A journal about the art of slow living and chronic illness.

Home
About
Chronic illness
Creativity
The Art of Slow Living
Wellbeing

Creativity

Things to do, make and eat, especially on a duvet day.

Like this:

Like Loading...

Search for:

Social

View vicki.oliver1’s profile on Facebook
View theresawolfatmy’s profile on Twitter
View Spoon.moon.wolf’s profile on Instagram
View theresawolfatmy’s profile on Pinterest
View 116135544079428173793’s profile on Google+

Instagram

Home 🖤🖤🖤 Imagine flying high above the land. Below you spot your house take a moment to see your surroundings and landscape. As your feet reach the ground look around you as you walk down the road to your door. Listen to the sounds and take in the sights. Push open your front door. Stop and look into your home. Notice the light and engage your senses. Listen to your house on the inside and out. Take in the smells and scents. Run your hand across the surfaces and feel your home and furniture. Use your eyes to notice the features. Find the heart of your home. 🖤🖤🖤 I fly above a forest and winding country lanes, a ribbon of a stream to a small cluster of houses. My feet touch down in a lane where hedges boarder the fields on either side. Walking down the lane I know the people in all the houses, we are community, we live together. I walk through my garden that overflows with heady flowers and abundance of vegetables. Birds sing during the day and at night the sky is teeming with stars. Pushing open the heavy front door, inside is wood and plaster. Brilliant sunlight flows through the windows in slices that illuminate the beams. It’s simple and small. The walls are full to the brim with art and books. There’s places to sit with blankets, a place to write and read. The heart of the home is in two places: the wood burner and the kitchen table. Both wood and metal worn by their constant use. The house is full of the smell of woodsmoke and baking. I belong here. I am safe and secure. 🖤🖤🖤 This imagination exercise is inspired by @hanbullivant. It is the beginning of my project on ‘home’. It is my exercise in staying safe and sane during this turbulent time. Please join in with your responses to this same imagining using the hashtag #thehomeinmyheart

Image description: silver pendant with hand stamped words: this too will change. Necklace by @barebranchjewelry

Today I visited a homeless charity/ shelter and was utterly terrified to my core. We arrived to a plain fronted door with no signage. It was all locked up and someone told us to knock on the security screen and we spoke to a guy through the tiny holes. I’m here to get some advice I squeaked. Stepping in the door to a building just like a youth centre, crammed full of people yelling to each other, laughing and joking and getting on with their lives. Every person was homeless. I felt so so frightened that I couldn’t speak or look anyone in the eye. People were there hiding from the extreme weather with nowhere to go. Hanging around playing pool or eating a hot dinner. I felt like this happens to the person who does drugs or drinks all the time. It happens to those who are not me. I spotted the hepatitis poster on the wall and panicked. 🖤🖤🖤 My head was swimming and I could only look at my shoes. We were ushered into a room where yet again I explained this horrid fuck up of a story to someone else. all of it to another person again. They sat and listened without judgement and with kindness as bits and pieces of my car crash fell out of my mouth. He patiently took notes and explained my rights. he explained that at my homeless meeting they would decide whether I was vulnerable enough for the council to house. Their decision would be made on whether I was able to survive if I was on the street. How could that be the deciding factor on my future or anyone’s? How could they decide that some people would just survive on the streets so leave them there? He explained that he hoped that they’d be understanding because the one thing that set me apart from all his other cases was my medical background. He said I had the strongest case he’d ever seen and that if they said I’m not vulnerable they would fight it with everything they had. He told me that he thinks the system has seriously let me down. That I may have legal grounds. But the priority was to not become street homeless. Then he left to write a supporting letter to add to the file I already have. 🖤🖤🖤 Continues in comments ⤵️

Follow me on Twitter

My Tweets

Follow on WordPress.com

	Vicki Oliver on Dear Wolf
	Gypsie Dreams on Dear Wolf
	Vicki Oliver on Shabby Wisteria
	becomingveritate on Shabby Wisteria
	Vicki Oliver on Moon Worship

Share this:

Like this: