I struggled whether to post this image of a homeless man . But I wanted to honor him. Honor his soul’s journey that led him to this place. Honor the boy he was and the desperate man he became. i watched him for a while- sip his beer and then put his head down. As if wanting to hide from the world while at the same time wanting to be “seen” by the world. I felt his loneliness, I witnessed his despair- yet I knew nothing of the life inside the red jacket. The heart that beat beneath soiled shirts and legs that ached behind ripped trousers. The man in the red jacket gave me a gift that day—profound gratitude for all I have been blessed with this lifetime. Namaste, my friend.
