Occurance

Last week, one of my co-workers told me that I "back my shit up." It occured to me that this is similar to not being a hypocrite, which is one of my life goals. This is very good news.

It also occured to me that my co-ordinator at my internship calls me "Sweetie." I've been responding to this without thinking. I don't really care that she does it, but it does strike me as strange.

Something else occured to me last Friday, as I was sitting on the streets of Skid Row, waiting for someone I knew to show up, so I could hear the word of God, and care for the homeless. It's a little bit of a different occurance:

Thoughts On Skid Row On The Evening Of 03.07.08 (A Friday)

The word of God is read on the streets.
The streets are alive.
Alive smells like waste
like urine
like old feet
and we have all been walking.
Here is where we stand still.
Here is where we have no place
to walk to.
This is the corner where I sit.
It belongs to me
because it belongs to you.
I have tied your name to my feet
and carry you with me always.
I wish to become you
in all the ways that I can,
standing at the corner
of your street.
Your enemies have become
my enemies
and your people
cannot afford shoes.
So I walk for them.
I will walk to this corner
But no further.
Here the soles of my feet
have found rest.
I will find shoes for those
who are willing to walk
and rest for those who cannot.
On your corner.
On your street.
With nothing but your words
as shoes for my feet.
Clothe me in blessing
and I will do my best
to be naked
by the end of the day.
Your corner.
Your street.
Your words.
My feet.
I will walk no further.