Seriously. Do you?
Recently, I have had a number of strange experiences where I think I see someone out of the corner of my eye. When I turn there is never anyone there, but I still feel like I missed someone. Or something.
And then, last night, I woke up to that same feeling. As if someone was in the apartment. I thought I heard something. But, of course, there wasn't anyone there. It could have been the wind that is still blowing after the storm. But, it's strange.
Even though it's an odd feeling -- there is something comforting about it. Perhaps it is because when I was a little girl, I was kissed good night every night by the ghost of my mother. She would come in and kiss me goodnight even after she died. She would brush my hair with her hand in that way that only a mother can and make me feel at peace. Something in me wonders if I am looking for that presence right now. Yearning for that feeling of peace.
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Bless you.
It seems all wrong that a mother with that sort of touch left you so early, but I am glad you have a sense of her presence now.
i don't know what i believe about ghosts, but... i'm praying you find the comfort you knew as a little girl. praying a soothing, gentle presence not an eerie, haunting one. (((pastor peters)))
Thanks More Cows and Songbird.
It's funny. I don't think of ghosts as haunting or eerie. I think it's why I find All Saints Day to be so powerful. I love the possiblity of the communion of saints. Of spirits. Of connections between and beyond death. It's what makes resurrection powerful for me.
And yet, what does haunt me is this curiousity to know who the spirits are. Who awoke me? Who keeps appearing in my vision? And of this, I can only wonder. And hope.
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