The months leading up to being "laid off" were stressful, anxious and difficult. We feared that it would happen and living that fear was excruciating. We felt it might happen but hoped it wouldn't and sometimes we just wanted to say "Stop waving that gun around already and just shoot us if you're going to!" And then, after making it through the first two rounds of "Lay-Offs" they did. They shot us and we found that the death of the job was sort of peaceful and serene. It just was not the blood and violence that we dreaded at all. We no longer felt the "fear of" because, I guess once you're dead, you just have to say "Gee, I'm dead now, and it's not as bad as I feared." We have been mostly fine just floating here in limbo between the land of the living and the dead until we find our next "living".
We have been generously guided and comforted through this strange land of job-hunting and interviews by spirit-guides and guardian angels both living and dead. Dear ones have come to us from the "land of the living" who have cheered, uplifted, brought generous gifts and offerings of prayers, well-wishes, zucchini's and "Otter Pops" as well as a whole host of other various helpful items and visits. We'll never forget them.
I feel curiously close to my Pioneer ancestors I' ve read about as well as my more recent relations who have passed, as well as my dog who died two years ago. I'm sure at times, they come to me and whisper encouragements, or lick my hand.
On bad days,
when old fears have been entertained by us too much,
or some dumbhead wags an accusing finger our way,
we are brought back from hellish wilderness
by pouring out our souls...
in Prayer.
It is all we need...
to know that we are heard...
and...
Loved.
