My angel texted me tonight from her new job as communications director for a Super Pac rumored to be funded by the Blessed One himself. He wants to be a part of the process, she said, get on CNN, be relevant, get a handle on new media. He wants to be listened to, maybe move some legislation ahead for the poor. Nobody will pay attention to him without some substantial money up front. Good luck, I said,but I was disappointed and worried about her in that kind of a job. I was hoping she would get hired by Apple Tech Support, where many angels go.

So I hear you’re moving, she said. I wanted to wish you and Maria a joyous move and a fulfilling life at your new place. Good luck with Simon. Isn’t that the way? He who was persecuted becomes the persecutor. I’ve seen it a hundred times.

No, I said, Simon is all right. He’s just being an ass, which is what he is supposed to be.

Are you okay with the move?, she asked.

Yes, we painted my office tonight and we are just spent. Tomorrow at 10 a.m., Margaret Waterson and Bill Figlozzi and Jenna Woginrich will be here with their cars and trucks. Ben is coming with his friend Kirk and a trailer, and we will make a merry caravan, steaming down Route 22 to the new place. I used to hire movers in my old life, but in the country, people love to move other people.  I’m moving all of my computer stuff into the new place and Bill will help me set it up. Won’t be offline long, hopefully.

But are you sad,? she asked.

I don’t know.  Everybody is always asking me that. I don’t do sad all that much. I love the farm, will always love the farm. Became a human being here, or at least began the process.

I know, she said.

But of course she did.

Angel, I asked, I sometimes wonder what will become of me?

Don’t worry about that, she said. You will be rewarded for seeking the creative spark, trying to better yourself, for trying to shed anger and fear. Maybe in this life, maybe the next. You know about the hero journey, right Jon? It is not about heroes or perfect lives or even happy endings. It is about the spaces in between, the search inward for strength and meaning and peace, a desire to wake up and see the world clearly and truthfully. You know, Jon, this is another move and it sounds great to me, but I have to remind you that will never get where you are going, no matter how many times you move, how much money you have.

That’s sort of the point. It’s how you try to get there, not where you end up.

And you did well on  your farm. You wanted love and you found it. You wanted to know the truth about yourself and you are facing it. You wanted to learn and write about animals and you are.  You wanted meaning in your life and you are finding it. Being authentic is the key. There is a reward for that, I promise you, even if I don’t know what it is. It doesn’t matter where you are, it matters what you do.

Thanks, I said, hoping to ask some more questions, but my angel texted that she had to go. Sherman Adelson is on the line from Las Vegas, she said. The Big Guy doesn’t want to keep him waiting.

I love you, she said. Be good.