Several blogs I read, have been talking about spirits lately. Codlinsandcream2
talked about her little ghost cat who came for a visit. A wonderful post that brought tears to my eyes.
Another blogger muffin53partdeux
posted about a new neighbor who was burning sage (she was doing it wrong) to remove the spirits that were kicking her.
This got me thinking about my life with spirits.
Ever since I was a little girl I have seen spirits.
Movement that catches my eye just out of focus along the peripheral vision of my eye. The shapes move sometimes just across my vision but are gone in a second if I try to focus on them.
They are not there everyday as they come and go. I have lived with them so long that I really don't think about them anymore.
As a child I just thought everyone saw spirits. They don't interact with me at all. They are just there, moving.
I am sure the eye doctors have an explanation having to do with all sorts of my visions problems.
But as these spirits move in and out of my vision I just always assume they are moving on to other places.
Many years ago right after my Mother died, I was sitting on her bed and looking through some boxes, I felt her sitting on the bed with me and then she was gone. I wish I would have said something to her how much I loved her and appericated everything she did for me but she was gone. I think about her visit all the time.
So for what ever reason I see spirits and one never know what is empathy or for the pragmatic around us just imagination.
As codlinsandcream2 said ... they just think we are daft.
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