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."
Showing posts with label dining room. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dining room. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Monday, February 08, 2010
The dining room
Mimi still won't go into the dining room unless someone is with her. And this weekend, during my reading in the dining room, my client bundled up the entire time, sometimes warming her cheeks. At least you couldn't see our breath! I felt oddly apologetic though I don't have any control over such things; after all, the ambient temperature was 20.5 degrees celsius -- pleasantly warm!
As my client spoke, I kept seeing the spirit of an elderly man around her. He was kind of distant from her but seemed congenial. I told her about him and that he was somehow connected to her friend. The ghost's name was Tom. I'd seen him before around her but hadn't been able to give her a name. I knew he'd been in an airplane accident and I had told her so during a previous appointment.
"That's my friend's father!"
She paused and added, "I forgot to mention last time: My friend's father died in an airline crash . . . "
Still, I don't know who is in the dining room.
As my client spoke, I kept seeing the spirit of an elderly man around her. He was kind of distant from her but seemed congenial. I told her about him and that he was somehow connected to her friend. The ghost's name was Tom. I'd seen him before around her but hadn't been able to give her a name. I knew he'd been in an airplane accident and I had told her so during a previous appointment.
"That's my friend's father!"
She paused and added, "I forgot to mention last time: My friend's father died in an airline crash . . . "
Still, I don't know who is in the dining room.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
It has been a crazy week
Though there have been signs that a ghost is around, nobody has approached me in any way. So, maybe it's not about me.
Anyway, Mimi still won't go into the dining room without me because of the ghost with a tennis racket. I'm not going to force her. I think Gigi would really like to be able to see this sporty ghost. I think I would, too.
I have a bookswap (for moms) meeting to go to at the beginning of next week and I'm trying to decide if I should take some of my duplicate works of ghost fiction and non-fiction. I keep meaning to sell them; some are quite valuable. But the space on my shelves is becoming prime real estate these days as I have no more room anymore. The basement is already filled to capacity with boxes of books. Last year, we donated about 12 boxes of books to someone who takes the money she earns by selling them and donates it to Haiti. The year before, we sold a few thousand. So, the bookswap idea works very well for me: I'm not taking up any more space and I get to read something new.
The moms who usually attend are mostly interested in "chicklit" but I've picked up some fantastic literature on occasion. I can't wait. It's funny, though, because only the person who hosts the event actually knows what I do for a living. So, I might raise a few eyebrows if I bring along my extra copy of Ghosts on 87th Lane or something!
Anyway, Mimi still won't go into the dining room without me because of the ghost with a tennis racket. I'm not going to force her. I think Gigi would really like to be able to see this sporty ghost. I think I would, too.
I have a bookswap (for moms) meeting to go to at the beginning of next week and I'm trying to decide if I should take some of my duplicate works of ghost fiction and non-fiction. I keep meaning to sell them; some are quite valuable. But the space on my shelves is becoming prime real estate these days as I have no more room anymore. The basement is already filled to capacity with boxes of books. Last year, we donated about 12 boxes of books to someone who takes the money she earns by selling them and donates it to Haiti. The year before, we sold a few thousand. So, the bookswap idea works very well for me: I'm not taking up any more space and I get to read something new.
The moms who usually attend are mostly interested in "chicklit" but I've picked up some fantastic literature on occasion. I can't wait. It's funny, though, because only the person who hosts the event actually knows what I do for a living. So, I might raise a few eyebrows if I bring along my extra copy of Ghosts on 87th Lane or something!
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