'I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces, fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you, and all you know, and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you’
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I am definitely a pack animal. Who/What are you?

On the eve of St Valentine's Day this year I shall be helping overnight in a homeless shelter. The dispossessed and often un-loved will temporarily become a part of my world every Tuesday night for six weeks. I shall as I always do, encourage them to talk if they want to, when they wander out from their makeshift camp beds unable to rest. I will listen in amazement to the often heartbreaking, unbelievable stories, the twists of fate that took those humans like me onto the streets and made them so vulnerable. The unhappy life situations that sometimes defy logic to take away personal control. I am blessed - able to walk blearily home when the breakfast shift arrives, back to Jeanie world. Humbled and reminded how close we all are in reality to the potential of our lives collapsing like a house of cards.

The good, bad and downright indifferent kind.
The soul feeding, joyous, uplifting kind….
The toxic kind that requires ‘social pruning’ as one girlfriend calls it, to prevent it from ruining your life.....

..I have a memory from years ago flash up like a lightbulb in my mind. It is of someone telling me in the heat of the moment that he didn’t like me - never had, never will. Despite my initial urge to tell him to ‘**ck-off then!’, I calmly replied that if he ever did get to the point in his life where he changed his mind, I would be there for him. He replied that he didn’t need people, didn’t need friends, didn’t need anyone. Didn’t care. I have never forgotten those words.….What a sad, alienating life view he has. ‘No man is an island’ - who wrote/said that? I can’t remember, but it is so, so true. Life is a team effort… Preferably with lashings of hugs, cuddles, inappropriate, scabrous, gossipy, laughing-till-you-wee connectivity, fizz, chocolate, coffee, tea, babies, dogs, cats…..Have I missed anything out?

My door is always open literally and metaphorically,(sometimes because I forget to close it, has to be said!) and there is always fizz chilling, vodka/tequila in freezer, kettle on, ready to share what I have. To provide you with whatever you may need dear humankind…
The unexpected frisson of random encounters with total strangers on planes, trains, in the street, dog walking in the park, help to maintain my sometimes jaded, severely tested faith in the belief that there is always balance to be had between the good and bad in humanity. Enriching and life enhancing.
Why wouldn’t you want/seek that connectivity?

I guess the hardest price to pay for loving and being loved, of letting people in, is loss. Loss through abandonment, rejection, bad judgment, bad luck, relationship break down, geography or ultimately, the big one - death. By not connecting, it's possible that you save yourself the pain of having to process emotionally testing things, but the loss of and to humanity is far, far greater.
My family and friends will be attending the funeral soon of my husbands parents. They had a long and fulfilling life together, made babies, worked, travelled, had great friends, neighbours and church family. They dealt with the vissitudes of life, then died within five days of one another. No better tribute to the human endeavour and spirit.

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