Oh, boy. I did take an extended break, didn't I?
I didn't mean to do it. I think sometimes I'm overwhelmed with responsibilities and I end up trying to simplify everything to the detriment of my interests, viz. writing this blog.
I took a weekend trip to Lily Dale (an upstate New York Spiritualist community) recently -- even though I am not a member of the Spiritualist Church -- and it ended up being a retreat: napping, shopping, thinking, just . . . being. That really helped.
I want to extend a big thank you to everyone who has written me with questions and requests for guidance. I'll do my best.
I also want to thank everyone who voted in the poll concerning whether or not Scully should re-view the movie 'Shutter Island' with me. So far, he hasn't. But, then, he hasn't seen the results yet, either.
Finally, thank you for just hanging in there as I periodically break from the blog to collect myself.
The Girls
Recently, Gigi and I have continued a really interesting dialogue.
"Do ghosts exist?"
"You have to decide that for yourself."
"But it would be so much easier if you would just tell me!"
Aint that the truth! But I have a strong commitment to ensuring that my children are independent thinkers and I don't want them to be spoon-fed beliefs.
"But YOU believe in ghosts."
"Yes, I do."
The Ghosts
As for the activity in the house, there has been some. To wit, the dining room again. A couple of weeks ago, I was sitting in the living room when Gigi just kind of quietly slipped into the room and uneasily perched on the side of the sofa.
"What's the matter?"
"Um, I just heard someone speaking. In the dining room."
"Oh, you mean outside? You heard someone from inside the house?"
"No, it was inside. Right beside my ear."
"What did they say?"
"I couldn't make it out."
"Are you OK?"
"I think I just had a ghost experience."
