In Remembrance of Me: The fates never sleep

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

The fates never sleep

In a bizarre and cruel twist of fate, we lost the house. After calling lawyers and government officials to no avail, we had about 5 days to collect what we could and get the h*** out of Dodge. On a side note, if you ever want a cruel, heartless, get the job done despite humanity kind of law firm, be sure to hire Drummond and Drummond out of Portland Maine. They seem to thrive on making families with special needs children homeless.

For a week, we were, in fact homeless. It's a strange, terrifying, degrading feeling. You suddenly feel like the most worthless piece of trash on the planet, subject to the whims of fate and the kindness of those around you. We are SO lucky that we surround ourselves with such quality people. It really does separate the wheat from the chaff so to speak. Auntie saved our lives by letting us stay at her house for 4 days. Kathy, Judy, Squirrel, my folks, and our church, financially enabled us to get into the house we are now renting despite having a foreclosure on our credit report. Donna, Nan, KimTX and Tori, people I have never actually met are calling and emailing to see how we are doing and offering prayers, money and places to stay in New Jersey. It humbles me to know that there are people out there who care about us so much. Most of whom aren't even related to us in any way.

I lost my faith for a time. I told myself that no matter how I meditated, communed with the gods, it wasn't working, that perhaps it all is just a cosmic accident. But I know it's not true. I know these things all happen for a reason. The gods try to teach us lessons, they offer us opportunities and we have to stay true to our conncection and faith so we can recognize them when they come and take advantage. I know now the lessons I was supposed to learn from this. For my whole life I have needed to have a sense of security in space. I needed to have a piece of property that no one could throw me off of. I thought I had it in the house. But they knew that's not what I really needed. I needed to have a sense of security in self...in family...in spirituality. The physicality of place is temporary. When we finally move on to Summerland we won't have our bodies, or our houses. We will have our spirits. We must learn to make our home within ourselves, within our connection to the gods and the spirits of the earth and to a lesser extent within the interconnection of souls around us.

I'm at the library so I have limited time. I don't know when we will be able to afford to have internet again. Hopefully soon. But I will check in, when I can on email, so if you leave a message, I'll get it.

posted by Unknown at 10:04 AM :: ~#~
(6) comments

6 Comments:

I just found your blog searching for other Maine blogs.

I'm sorry to hear about your situation. While I can't offer a residence, please do let me know if there's something I *can* do to help.

By Anonymous, at 10:58 AM