In the past few years I have lost some of those folks, all far younger than the national norm. Recently my sister-in-law passed away and when I spoke at her celebration of life, it was with few words. The opening phrase was: Heather was good people.
I have always been surrounded by good people. Being the second youngest of seven children and the ‘little sis’ to all but one, I could always count on knowing I had many individuals looking after and out for me. My family is long-lived. Little did we know that after losing my only sister at the age of forty one, two more would go a scant few years after our mother. One was my beloved younger brother and childhood best friend. Heather was seventy two, a decade or so older than the others, still too young one would think but she told folks she had had a very full life, and she did.
Still, I will miss her dry sense of humor, her handmade chocolates, her homemade ice cream. She was a match for my brother, the middle child, and I fear he will not find another.
I suppose having a loving family is why I have always felt and still maintain a strong faith that folks are innately good. I have never believed there is an evil force out there, though of course I am well aware there are evil deeds done by humans. I have been told that I don’t see evil because I choose not to. A nice young First Nations medium once looked up at me after I fell into a discussion with him and another about ‘protection’, and pronounced that I would never have to worry because I had an angel ‘protector’. It was as though he were seeing me and perhaps a different perspective for the first time. I fully believe it is not protection so much as support I need and get from outside forces.
I suppose that is why I have also always been surrounded by friends who are good people. I do seem to attract that sort. Some of them are gone too, some from premature death, a scant one or two from just drifting apart, some because I or they have had a few moves between cities.
I find myself at a crossroads just now. I’ve finished writing my book, I’m getting settled into the promotion end of it, the new one is rattling around in my brain and on my mini-recorder. I have a couple of other ventures I would like to get off the ground. I have a new place I plan to move to.
So, my main focus now is gathering up and surrounding myself with good individuals. Not to replace the ones who are gone ~ that can never be; nor the ones still here. I am so fortunate and grateful to have them. What my compass points to is good folks who will bring something new to the table. Fresh perspectives, fresh ideas, fresh juice. I fully expect the electromagnetics of life to waver the compass every now and again, but I will keep it focussed upon the main point.
Written in response to a call for blogs in the Red Room entitled: Where, literally or figuratively, does your own compass point?