Sue and Natalie were living in a small apartment. Even though they were willing to let me share space with them, I preferred to manage outside on my own. This fulfilled my notion of not being encumbered by family constraints while I pursued a spiritual journey. What I was not able to garner was my blood relations were of equal status as children of God. I was grateful Sue allowed me to continue to enjoy time with my daughter though I was not able to commit to being with them full time. Natalie was in an combination day care and preschool, while Sue was attending to a university degree. For a while, I was able to be a part of Natalie’s care. I regularly helped at her daycare. There I was able to discover a source for nourishing food that came in quantity enough to share with other homeless folk. In parks next to schools after lunchtime, garbage cans are loaded with half full brown paper lunch bags. Upon inspection many contain a whole sandwich still wrapped with motherly love but untouched. Sometimes there would also be pieces of fruit or raw vegetables. Almost always a scrunched empty candy or snack wrapper was included.
I called on a friend nearby and we made an agreement that I could stay in his basement in exchange for converting it into a spare bedroom, recreation room and utility room. This was in keeping with my goal of not having a job commitment for this year. I was also able to comply with wishes of Canadian government that I not become a public charge while a guest in their country. This was an extraordinarily hot summer. Canada still reported temperatures in Fahrenheit. Many days in a row reached over a hundred. I was grateful to have space in a cool basement and access to Natalie’s time. In small ways I felt sadness that neither Natalie nor her mom could join my journey.
Note: Dear reader, the next part of this story although lived sequentially was recorded in this blog earlier, beginning on April 14. You may go back and pick up the log of the rest of this summer's journey.