Today has been an odd duck of a day already and it’s not even noon. She has been asking me a lot lately of death. I’m not sure where she is getting it from but I don’t want to put her off. I’d rather she learn how I genuinely feel about it before she gets deluged by different portrayals; all trying to convince her they know the ultimate truth.
I began slowly by just answering her immediate questions. Then when she kept pressing day after day I realized she wanted more. So I explained as best I could today without trying to scare her.
I told her when people die they can go to all kinds of different places. That everyone has their own path just like in life. She asked if people go to Heaven. I said yes some do. She asked if they come back as babies again and I said that yes some people believe that to be true; but if it is true that they can come back anywhere….as there are many worlds, not only ours. She asked me where else they could go. I said there was Heaven and Hell and that some people even stay here just not in their bodies anymore..they stay as what people call ghosts.
She didn’t flinch and she thankfully didn’t ask me about Hell. She said “but isn’t everyone afraid of them then? (ghosts)” and I said “yes most people are” and she said she was and I told her I was a bit too but that since I had never actually seen one* in real life I couldn’t really say for sure.
Then somehow we got on the subject of homeless. Oh yes. I know. It’s trash day and as I was driving I saw someone had put dog food by the garbage. I told her on our way back I wanted to pick it up. She asked why. I explained that we could donate it to the food bank so people could feed their pets or to the homeless. She was intrigued. She said she wanted to meet them (the homeless). I asked her why and she said “because I’m a people person” and I laughed. She hates it when I laugh at her; but she’s so damn cute.
She said she likes all people, the ones with houses and the ones without. I was left a bit speechless by that. I have had all the ingredients for the pb&j sandwiches for a few days now. I even bought hostess cupcakes and bags of individual chips to go into the lunch sacks to then add a couple crisp new $2 bills in each one. I would rather feed them a more nutritious menu of brown rice, beans, vegetables, etc., but that is not really as easy or possible without having my own soup kitchen. Lol.**
Plus those foods I give them are comforting and eating is not only about physical sustenance. It made me wonder why I only went out at night to feed the homeless and how I was going to manage to take her in the daylight. I may have to venture into Portland proper with her to do this. For one because they are prolific there and then because they are usually most obviously homeless. I don’t want to insult anyone.
Then I had an interesting encounter with a new potential client this morning as well. One who has offered me kindness beyond measure. I will write that story later as it is still unfolding.
Life is beautiful. 💋❤️
*I have felt them and had some interesting interactions with spirits but never yet seen one that I was aware of at least.
**And that is not my point. I really do like going to them, even though it pushes me far outside my comfort zone.