Call when you get home,I will still be here rambling
Operating a private palliative/hospice
care business can be both extremely exhausting and rewarding, true
test of finding patience/love/observer role in caring for another.
With the follow through being also an ending and beginning to the
spiritual self of not only the client but all those who have taken
part in the process. I have heard many comments such as “glad
somebody can do it, I never could”.I could take tools I have
available to enter business/peoples lives in this world and give some
declaration of who departed. I just chose another route of expression
and use.
I could write a blog on just the tags I
received in life from those who made the crossing. At times knowing
the moment of transition from a presence, a shout out, instant
visions and so forth. With the same thread, others just acknowledging
all is well. From client to spirit, assisting with a transition of
peace rather than fear. Would I trade the path, not at all although
some days it seems like I am a deflated balloon, when it happens I
regroup and start again. Feeling blessed to always have a song in my
head makes the days all come together, with probably 1000 songs I can
pull from and hear as they were sang rather than abuse the lyrics
with my voice. Music is a soul sound which is given to interpretation
and perspective by each listener. Either to raise the energy or
understand the emotional body in song. I love music, but feel like
although as much as I love it, I was one of those people who missed
the pass of incarnation to express the sounds.
For me, being abnormal is much more
rewarding than being perceived as normal. :-) I chose this life, I
choose what I do and I choose to integrate what I love into a way of
life. Taking last Friday off as a rare occasion, today I was reminded
by each client not to do this very often. Ego could take the comment
as being needed in their lives, though I see the comment more as a
break in continuity at this time in their lives. When they might have
had a need for a response from myself on that day, I was not
available. Thinking about the comment in that form is a very real
part of accepting separation in life, whether for a day or as many
will in the future when they transition on. Though I am sure each
will give a call when they get home, I know my job will be complete
for each as if they had boarded a final flight and been reminded to
call when they get home.
Could I contact them again beyond this
world? Yes. Will I? Possibly if something in this world creates a
need from home, I will again hear them call when they are home. I
prepare them for that door in various ways, take them to the door and
although I do not ask – wait for the call from home. In the
process, I am the student and the teacher, I life I have chosen. They
are the light and the way to find direction of a new way, which was
always known just need to be reacquainted with. Such is life and such
is death which only exist in a mortal world.
ET took the long route to call home,
spiritually it is but a flash in time. Giving thanks too all who have
taken time to shout back and allowing me to learn and continue being
the student/teacher to another. When things get tough, the tough get
going. When love is all there is, love will always remain and be
reciprocated from one world to another. I honor you.
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