live life live

The Nazgul is slain, lying on the ground, no longer even gasping for air, no longer able to pester me with it’s foul breath. No man could kill it; indeed, I am happy that I had to do the honours myself, for this Nazgul was mine alone to slay. Both the decision to fight it and the lethal sting were mine alone.

As of tomorrow, I shall no longer be working at the post! A replacement has been found and as I’ll be going home for a week in any case, it was thought I could just as well stay home. And I rejoice! I was heading home for a funeral only, but staying on for my awakening.

This Nazgul, laying dead by my feet, has been a companion for a long time. It’s been rather large, frightful and enslaving, and most of all I wanted to ignore it or even just tame it – or, at least pretend it was tame. All the same, it slept as I slept, it stayed away as I wandered in the woods wondering about it. But as I headed off to work to do the very things I was trained to do, alas, it awoke.

This Nazgul did not equal work. It was the spirit of false loyalty and duties, the very same that would keep me a tied down captive. But fettered to what? Perhaps to status quo.

What now, after this sudden full stop? I shall apply for a part time job at a congregation, doing the things I always tell people I love doing. Youth work, kid’s clubs and coordinating/councelling voulunteers. If my application is accepted, the work will begin within a week! At first, I thought this very placement would be the easy way out and at first I was going to reject it for that very reason. However, I think I beging to see it as providence, not a way out. Why should I not work with something that doesn’t even feel like work?! (To quote my sister: “I don’t work, I dance! I only do things that are fun!” )

So dear reader and friend, pleace join me is this adventure!