One Little Witch’s Covid 19 Lockdown Story
Having an arthritis flare in the middle of all of this has been challenging. I can’t see my rheumatologist presently and my infusion treatments are on hold.
Last night I was not in a good place. Just way too much fatigue and pain. As some of you know, it just takes it all out of you.
I went upstairs to get ready for bed. Rob was still downstairs. As I laid there in the dark, wondering how I could possibly sleep, suddenly I KNEW I wasn’t alone.
I felt the presence of relatives who had passed away. They were with me. I have an ancestor altar here at our home and I honor the ancestors of my family and Rob’s. And close friends who have passed. Our people. I speak with them frequently and they are a part of daily life for me.
The presence of all who came to be with me in that moment was so strong, and I was filled with gratitude. I thought of all the stories of their lives that I have heard. I thought of all they had overcome. I realized there was much more that I didn’t know about that they had likely dealt with.
I felt and understood that so many generations of ancestors we never met were also with me, with all of us. They are with us and IN US.
Political upheaval. War. Plague. Death. Loss. Hunger. Poverty. Sickness. Pain. Family drama and betrayal. Mistakes made. Uphill battles. Addiction. Backbreaking work.
They survived it all. We know that BECAUSE WE ARE HERE NOW. And we will get through this, too.
I fell asleep then, and despite waking a few times in the night because my everything hurts, I’ve awakened feeling better than I have in a long time.
Yes. There are some moments when this is just really hard. We have one another. And we are finding new ways to connect and help one another.
And we also have ALL OF THEM. The ancestors are always with us. Those you knew, and those you never met, going back generations. Regardless of their life events, they’re pulling for you now! They’ve got your back. They are with you and in you. You are never alone.
Blessings to you all.
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