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Traveling from Portland to Seattle by train over the holidays, I could see a lot of homeless shelters. They were encampments under the bridges and freeway overpasses, and right along the sidewalk near the train yards.
There are a lot of homeless people everywhere, and they live in all kinds of set ups. In the town where I live, the homeless tend to gather near the mission, or live near the river, or camp in a nearby wilderness park. Early every morning you can see them walking toward the mission, where there’s free breakfast. But in Portland, the homeless people live in tents on the streets near the train tracks, in full view. It’s a new thing, in the fabric of our lives, and it’s going to continue. Not homelessness. But the tents put up, in full view. Like a camping trip, only without the option of going home after. As our train rattled through Portland, as I made my way home for the holidays, I looked out the window and saw a tent that had a little stocking set outside the door. It was raining again. It had been raining for two weeks straight. Merry Christmas. Somehow, even in the situations that seem most bleak, where there is humanity... there is hope. There is always hope, wherever we are. Much love, SARA P.S. Get hundreds of FREE podcasts here. Over the holidays we took the train up to Seattle to visit my mom, and it was a throwback to a much simpler, more enjoyable form of travel. It reminded me of when I was a teen, and you could go anywhere and do anything, all on your own, independently.
There aren’t big security lines at the train. Nobody pats you down, or scans you, or x-rays your innards. The train itself is also remarkably freeing: you can eat, drink, walk around, sleep. You don’t have to sit in a sardine can, unable to move. As we traveled through the heavily flooded areas of Oregon and Washington, it was fascinating to witness the changes in the region: the slight difference in temperature as we moved from south to north, the slight difference in environment, habitat, vibe... The train reminded me of how we journey through life: making our way, doing our regular simple things. And then there’s a stop, and somebody gets on or gets off. And there’s people on the train we observe and talk to and notice, and these people are on the journey with us. Then at some point, it’s time for us to get off, and continue on the journey without the souls we were traveling with. Our paths diverge. Yet just like life, we’re together for the duration: in the same train car, a space smaller than a living room, breathing and living our lives, right next to each other, making our way to the next step. You’ve traveled with others this way, whether or not you’ve been on a train. The people in your community, school, company. The people you run into at the grocery store, the coffee shop, the gym. Your family, your friends, the people you’re holding space with, for a few hours, for a few years, for decades. Doing your journey together, until it’s time for the next stop. Much love, SARA P.S. Listen to hundreds of FREE Ask Sara and Spiritual Psychic podcasts here. As most of you know, I live in the Oregon woods, and there is real nature here: lots of trees, lots of wildlife.
One afternoon, my husband and I were standing in the middle of a large meadow encircled by old oak trees, looking at how sodden the ground had become from the rain. In particular, we were paying homage to a huge, old oak tree that had fallen during the rains. It was hundreds of feet long, sprawled on the ground, the root ball still muddy, the branches still flush with winter growth. Suddenly, he shouted “deer” and dragged me back behind an old wooden bench, and I looked up and saw a fully antlered, eight-point stag running down the hill toward us in full charge. He leapt over a fence, charging forward and then in the briefest moment, saw us and turned, crashing away on a new course. We stood there cowering behind the flimsy wooden bench and breathing very hard, and after a few tentative moments we walked home, looking behind us the whole way. Sometimes, things happen in split seconds. A split second earlier, and the stag would have charged at us in the clearing. A split second later, and the stag saw us and veered away. Everything in the Universe conspired to make it so that we were in that clearing at that exact moment, so that we would have that split second to move; so that the stag would have that split second to change course. Consider all the convergences that have happened in your life: those split seconds when things were going one way, and then changed. Consider all the convergences that have happened just today. Much love, SARA P.S. Did you know you can listen to these blogs on my Spiritual Psychic podcast? |
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Sara Wiseman is an intuitive, channel and spiritual teacher. The founder of Intuition University, she's taught hundreds of thousands of students via her books, courses and training. |