Leaps of Faith

You know I’m a signs and woo woo kind of girl, right? 

I’ve been working from home the past two years and three months, after four years of a long, stressful Southern California commute.  I decided that my sign to quit this job would be the call back to the office.  Since I’m over 65, I was considered an exception when the call back came earlier this year for most everyone else.  I thought I ‘d be safe until the pandemic is eventually downgraded.  So, I was a little surprised when I was told my accommodation is no longer being honored and I needed to come back at least two days a week.  True to my own word, I put in a month’s notice last week.

Me in 2004 with Thomas Blackshear’s Leap of Faith sculpture.  I’ve kept this picture in my wallet all this time!
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Lessons in Grief, Part 2

A Place to Visit

Up until my mother, Shirley Chester, died and was buried in the Boston area, I never really understood visiting graves.  I wasn’t compelled in any way to go look at headstones with names and dates that would just end up making me sad.  Maybe it’s because I know that’s just a physical place where their body resides but their spirit is beyond that rectangle of earth.  Since I believe that they’re still around, in a mysterious form somewhere beyond the mortal consciousness, I preferred to “pay my respects” by just talking to them and telling them how much I miss them.

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