wyrd. It’s a thing.


So I’ve been working 6 days a week for several months now, since the beginning of February.  I have to say I’m getting more than a little burned out.  I work 3 days a week for another provider and 3 days a week building my own business.

This has been QUITE the learning curve.  I have a subscriber who is a physician in Canada who I envy because he has no concept of the hoops that must be jumped in order to become credentialed AND contracted with the insurance companies here in the US!  Suffice it to say they seem to, from my point of view, have a slew of employees that get paid a very good wage to do a whole bunch of nothing much.  And blow lots of sunshine.  And pass the ball.  But not actually come through and do what they say they will.  Not all, mind you.  Some have been exceptional.  And some employees have been quite exceptional.  But overall….yeah.  Just wow.

So the reason this is about wyrd is because of two (well three really) things that intersected in the strangest and most wonderful way today.

  1.  The credentialing/contract thing.  And the continuing non responses.  I have a friend who is helping me out of the goodness of her heart.  She has been involved in contracting/credentialing for 40 years.  She knows her stuff and she believes in my business and what I want to do for our community.
  2. My son.  He works for a business in our closest big city, where he started out as a data entry person and is now a vice president.  Hard work, dedication, and literacy *are* rewarded on occasion.  He has contacts in high places thanks to his position.
  3. I’m a devotional polytheist.  And I believe in making offerings to my ancestors, the land spirits, and the Gods because I’m grateful.  That’s all.  To me the whole Germanic gifting cycle is us being grateful for what we have, not in order to get anything.  It’s not a transactional relationship.  And if you think it is, then you don’t understand the gifting cycle.  Now, when you need something that’s different, and a different thing, and not directly related to the gifting cycle.  At least not to me.  No tit for tat in my devotions.

So how these all intersect is that my friend and I had a very frustrating and relatively unfruitful day following up on these contacts I signed months ago with no provider privileges in sight.  Which means no ability to bill and get paid for the work I’ve already done, even as an out of network provider.  Which I was promised I would be able to do when the contracts were finalized.

And a phone call from my son.  In which he had some questions about my university, and about my degree program, and what was involved (for reasons which shall go unsaid).  And his frustrations.  And I shared my frustrations with him, and named names about insurance companies we dealt with today.  I did NOT realize when I was dumping on him that he actually is on a first name basis with some of the very top power players with the same insurance companies.  But I found that out in short order!

Long story short.  Son and friend were put into contact.  Son and friend are pulling strings on a level I would quite simply be unable to accomplish on my own.  Things are going to happen now that might have taken a year or more without them both working on this.

And how does that relate to the gifting cycle, or to wyrd?  Well, if you’re a heathen you already know.

Quite simply, I firmly believe that my gifting prompted a return – not as a transactional relationship, but as an outpouring of blessing for my devotion and offerings.  I also believe my investment in my children, my insistence on personal responsibility and work ethic – even when they were VERY sadly off track, has paid off.  Not that I expected that, I’m just glad they are happy and feel successful in whatever they do.   But the fact that others recognize them for their dedication and responsibility is an amazingly reassuring thing.

And my wyrd, the web that I have woven using the ancestral heritage, and adding my own actions, has made my luck good.  I’m able to call on the help of friends, the help of family, and the help of people I don’t even know to aid myself to serve my community (and make a *small* living doing it).

This is what it’s all about.  My gratefulness meter is just about pegged out.  And my pride in my children is too.

 

 

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Still waiting.


Our camping trip was amazing.  We met some people, including someone (who shall remain nameless) that I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined meeting at a little tiny camp out in Northern Arizona!  We also met several Arizona heathen families, some wonderful New Mexico heathens, along with a fellow mead maker/brewer, and lots of other people, all of whom were talented and giving of their time and skill.  It was, all in all, a lovely weekend.

We got an incredible amount of rain!  Mr. TF and I were married in Grand Caymen during Hurricane Michelle in 2001.  I don’t think I’ve experienced sustained rain with winds like what we had on Friday since we were in the hurricane!  People’s tents got filled with 2 feet of water!  A few tents collapsed!  We were luckier – we were camped out farther from the common ramada, but on not such a steep slope and thus avoided some of the problems others had (and that was purely by chance, I assure you).  We did get water in the tent, but it was because the wind was blowing the rain horizontally and it lifted the rain shield, allowing rain into the tent.  Not so bad, though.  Only one half was actually wet (with about an inch of standing water in places) but most of our stuff was still in the plastic totes and thus dry.  Most importantly, our bedding remained mostly dry (yay wool!) and we were cozy every night.

I took not a single picture.  In fact, our phones remained either in the truck’s glove box or charging with the solar charger on the hood.  We were pretty much technology free during our 3 days there.  I didn’t miss it much either.  I did notice I had missed a phone call from someone very important when I finally picked up my phone around 10pm on Friday night – luckily said person also sent an email and I spent an agonizing 15 minutes trying to sign into my email and waiting for his letter to load…but it was good news and well worth waiting for.  Mr. TF and I drank two drams of scotch each (LaPhroaig) to celebrate, and sat outside in the beautifully clear night, watching the meteor shower and the stars.  Other than sharing the good news with family and close friends the next day though, no phones for either of us.

I did NOT win the antler handled, hand forged skean dhu I had hoped to bid on….I was too busy running my mouth visiting and missed the auction for it entirely!  Ah well, not meant to be I guess.  There will be others.

All the crap that has gone on since January…if it all hadn’t gone down the way it did I never would have met any of these people, at a time and a place in my life when I really NEEDED to meet them.  I humbly apologize to the Universe.  Things do in fact happen for a reason.  And sometimes wyrd/karma takes really some really strange twists to get us where we are supposed to be and in contact with those we are supposed to know.

But now, home for nearly a week, I am like a caged panther.  I’m not particularly good at waiting.  But wait I must.  I guess the Powers are making sure I get some actual rest time in before I start my new job with its associated stress and all consuming lifestyle (if my fellow workers are any judge, that is).

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Maybe some time to knit while I pet the cat….

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Or knit while I chat with friends….

 

A'Knittin' while you work

A’Knittin’ while you work

Or knit while I get this amazing craphole of a dirty house back into shape 🙂  Are you sensing a pattern here?  Of course, I also have wool tweed on the loom I need to weave off to make a vest with, and POUNDS of alpaca and wool to spin up – including a commission for lace weight suri yarn.

I’m behind on holiday gifts too…

Yep, waiting is hard, but I think I might be able to fill my time.