Yes, it really does take a village when we’re going through big change. Having a support network is huge – those you know you can count on when you need them. I used to have quite a tribe – people we called chosen family, who were there through thick and thin. But when my life was coming apart over a decade ago, I lost a lot of my team. That old saying you can count your friends on one hand, I learned the hard way is true.
I never once didn’t appreciate them, their value was immeasurable. But life happens. Sir Husband and I don’t have a built-in family network either, relatives who are there for anything, anytime. We definitely feel the lack.
It takes a long time to build a support network with new people, years in fact. We have to find those we mesh with, which sometimes can be hard. But we’re happy to say we finally have a few great peeps who make up our circle of trust. Trouble is, they have sort-of been too busy to lend us their actual hands.
It’s been a rough couple of weeks. After we listed and sold our house in a day (and all the hoopla that entails,) the tidal waves kept coming without any relief. It’s been both good and bad – good that the to-do list is moving at rapid-fire pace. Bad that it’s exhausting and we simply can’t catch our breath.
It all culminated in a massive uproar with the buyer’s home inspector breaking our water main valve and then not confessing. Instead he made it look like it was already broken which it wasn’t. That isn’t even the half of it, he’s not particularly ethical. Add two aggressive agents going head-to-head, and you’ve got a recipe for a breakdown by one person in the group. Of course that would be me, because somebody has to give.
Life is nothing but stories all strung together each day, but we need our simpatico villagers to help along the way. So as I was standing in my driveway watching the town’s water worker unearth a cracked valve with our outside water main, I didn’t know what to do. Sometimes we just need a hand to hold, or a face to express emotion, or a body to hug, shoulder to cry on – stress is easier when shared.
Since I wasn’t going to share more than good griefs with the town water guy, I needed somewhere to turn. So I called on the Extra-Celestials, those invisible souls with wings. They have the power to work miracles if we only ask, and even arrange earthly things from their more heavenly vantage point.
I’m a believer in ghosts and angels and beings of the like, spirit animals, fairies, nature and the elements all working with our souls. We’re told by wisdom gurus that Extra-Celestials are always there for us, hovering, helping, supporting, even fixing and healing. I think everybody has at least one time in their life when they couldn’t explain why something worked out or how something happened or noticed a miracle. Those are the Extra-Celestials lending their supportive hand.
So I asked. Begged in that moment for any help I could get.
“Well what do you know,” the town water guy said, “this isn’t at all that bad. This will be fixed in no time, and your water will even stay on.”
The village may be invisible, but thank goodness it’s always there.