a whisper in the dark
Today is the 6th day of the 25th week, the 25th day of the 6th month, the 179th day of 2019 [with only 179 shopping days until Christmas], and:
Quote of the day:
- Bourdain Day
- Color TV Day – in 1951, at 4:35 PM EDT, CBS broadcast Premiere in color
- Day of the Seafarer
- Drive Your Corvette to Work DAy
- Global Beatles Day
- Global Smurfs Day
- International Rose’ DAy
- Leon Day
- Mitch Lane Day
- National Catfish Day
- National Food Truck Day
- National Police Community Cooperative Day
- National Strawberry Parfait Day
- School Prayer Banned Anniversary – SCOTUS Engel v Vitale decided in 1962
- Take Your Dog to Work Day
- World Vitiligo Day
"We are quicksilver, a fleeting shadow, a distant sound…our home has no boundaries beyond which we cannot pass. We live in music, in a flash of color…we live on the wind and in the sparkle of a star!"
~ Endora (Agnes Moorehead)
Do you believe in ghosts? Spirits? I’m ambivalent. If you believe in souls, and an afterlife, then why can’t someone try to reach out beyond the veil to the living?
This morning I was laying warm and comfortable in my bed, drowsily aware of the growing light in the room, thinking that I would just doze back off until the alarm went off, when suddenly an image washed over me that brought my brain to full awakening. It was of a helpless and hopeless being, tired and despairing, like a dog that had been chained and forgotten, and they had just died. I got up and turned off the alarm, feeling as though the inside of my head had been doused with cold air, and then I began to cry. Who had died? Why had I felt them go? Was it someone nearby who just happened to brush me in passing as they fled this mortal coil? Was it someone that I had interacted in passing with during their life? The spirit felt that there was no one who would mourn them or even notice they were gone, did they know that I would cry for them, mourning their death so well as their desolation?
Silly? Fanciful imagining? A dream?
And maybe not…. .