What’s Going on with Freaky Friday?

Now that we’ve finished the BUMPS IN THE NIGHT Series, I’m going to share Spiritus Walking with you. I will be doing this on the 1st and 3rd Friday of the month. The series isn’t very long. It’s mainly about paranormal activity and things of that nature. So, it springboards off of the BUMPS IN THE NIGHT SERIES.

The first post will go up on March 3rd.

Teaser Tuesday: Through Glass Darkly

TGD 3d bookThat night, after all of the excitement of the day, Olivia lay on the couch watching television. She kept thinking about Jody’s crime scene. She wondered how she could possibly help. She knew nothing about investigations and didn’t know if it was a task she was up for. She witnessed yet another crossing, but with a much more tragic precursor. She wondered, given her abilities, how the crime could be solved without those abilities. She knew it would be difficult to separate the factual evidence from the information she’d gathered from Jody. Although at this point, the information she had wasn’t very helpful.

Suddenly, she found herself standing in a place she didn’t recognize. She saw white tile floors and tan walls. A pedestal sink stood on the far wall. A large bath tub sat at the far end of the room. She walked to the sink, her fingertips brushing against the cold porcelain. Olivia felt someone behind her. She turned slowly and looked down. She saw tennis shoes and jeans. As her eyes moved upward, she saw a wrinkled, blue button up shirt, with thick forearms and large, strong hands coming out of the rolled-up sleeves.

Her eyes continued moving up, searching desperately for a face, but to no avail. Instead, she saw the most beautiful blue eyes staring back at her.

Thursday’s Special Feature: Joyce Gatschenberger

Getting This Done

Writing a family story involves investigating and retelling intricate details of one’s ancestors.  The process can be time-consuming and emotionally exhausting.  Deciding to enter this endeavor appeared to be straightforward and obvious.  Time was available and the intention had been simmering within me.  My journey of memoir writing began.

Three years have deteriorated since I made that decision.  A convoluted web of intrusions has invaded my attempts to complete this task and been overwhelming and enticing – not writing is always easy.  Staying on task, monitoring my writing habits and truth to the discipline, of task completion, were tested at every turn.  I  physically moved multiple times, bought and sold my house, rewritten and reorganized the memoir draft multiple times, hired an incompetent editor who “rearranged” the writings and fared-off family members who offered their own opinions on childhood events.

Organizing life events into coherent content challenged my organizational ability and memory skills.  The blank computer screen or the teasing void on a notepad was my daily taunt. Family gatherings begged the opportunity for a verbal rehearsal of partially written prose – I resisted.  Intermittent computer failures offered to exasperate, head shaking moments in which all written prose appeared to have been lost in a vast abyss of blackness.

Deciding to publish electronically or traditionally offers choices that I still haven’t deciphered.  A well-known “on-line” publishing company advertises that it will “assist the novice publisher” in getting new publications into the web-based world.   However, even this site requires that the rookie writer is well versed in computerized publication formats.  Molding thoughts, feelings, and reflections concerning long hidden family secrets into a coherent form don’t signify that publication is imminent – you are a writer. Editing, publishing and marketing formats should always be in the forefront of your mind as any written project begins.  Two hundred pages of written text, selected family photos, annotated footnotes and selected references signal that the end is in sight.  Writing offers the suspicion that I have entered another all-consuming career that requires tenacity and dedication – I can get this done!

Tuesday’s Tales: The Joy of Remembering

15727392_10210578145123688_1486390073001210304_nI recently lost a loved one, and although it’s been hard, I must admit it’s not as hard as it has been. Why? Because I believe that this life isn’t the end. I have hope. Why do I have hope? Because I embrace a belief system that thinks outside of the box.

This post isn’t to indoctrinate you. It’s simply to share a viewpoint and to help you through any losses you’ve had. It’s a way to show you that just because the sun is setting in someone’s life, it doesn’t mean that their light is snuffed out. Every time the person crosses your mind, their light shines. Each time you put on their favorite perfume or see a flower that they loved, you keep that person alive.

For those of us who have “gifts” and can actually commune with those who’ve gone on before, death tends to be a little easier to accept. Still, there is a void. There’s no more opportunity to speak with the loved one on the phone or to hop in the car and see them. So, don’t doubt that there’s grief for those of us who can “see” someone once they’ve passed.

Remembering someone is inspirational, which is why I added this as the very first post for Tuesday’s Tales. My aunt Evelyn would have been 91 on Christmas Eve and we lost her on Friday the 16th. It was difficult seeing her go, but I knew her anxiety and suffering ended when she transformed. That is what gives me joy.

Each of us carry our own cross. We battle our own demons. Therefore, when we die, we can truly be free from the confines of the flesh. Knowing that should be inspirational and encouraging!

I don’t believe in the hell-fire scenario. But no matter how I look at it, I know my aunt lived a very Godly life so if anyone was ready to go, she was.

The last piece of inspiration I want to share for this post is that you can absolutely mourn. Many people think that grief makes them weak. That is false. Take as long as you need. At the same time, find peace in the fact that the person is no longer limited to their body.

As beings of timeless light and energy, we can do whatever we want when we pass away from this particular life’s journey. We are, as I said, FREE. We are no longer held to the standards of this world, but can move far beyond that. So, when I see my aunt, I know she is happy and she is content for the very first time. She is with the folks she remembers and loves. THAT is the most inspirational fact of losing someone we love.