The Dease Lake… Back again for the New Year and the Full Moon. We wait on the snow to snuggle us in and make for winter play. NO go in the thin layer of white puff that dead grass sticks up through.
I laughed instead of howled last night with the family fest gathering and the assorted stories that find there way to the shared telling. Ghostly stories of spirits visitations and odd phenomena held our attention in the late afternoon. The kids made many ‘ooos and ahha’. There were several, “Don’t you dare visit me when you die, I’ll be really pissed off.” Or… “I don’t understand how that can happens.” or.. “I NEVER want that to happen to me.”
I say, ‘Ya well, get ready for it, and be sure to ask if you can help their discarnate selves cross over, rather than run out the door screaming in terror of something that can’t hurt you.’
Kids. So… that got the evening rolling.
Grandpa Beier stood at the end of my bed
All young and fresh looking, glowing
with the backdrop of light and figure shadows
A smile spread like the Cheshire
With a wink and a nod of ‘you know me’
Which I did as I quivered with excitement.
Mind to mind in the wordless moment
Of ‘Yes, I’m doing fine. It’s beautiful.’
The assurance of Light and life everlasting
Wide eyed with my sit up straight in bed
Can hardly believe my eyes kinda look.
Realizing a little tear trickled down my cheek
He shimmered away taking that grin
And all the light away while I sat there thrilled
Blinking in the wonder of it with the knowing
That Grandpa was doing well and everyone
was behind him shadow dancing their joy
With me looking on as the night took me back in