At night, when the murmur of beloved voices has whispered to silence, I sometimes sit musing in near dark by a fire quieted to embers glowing red. Uneven floorboards of oak and chestnut, smoothed by centuries’ footfalls, speak to generations of living in our old house.
A spirit passed through you! What an astonishing sensation and experience. And yes, I do feel those who lived here before are joint stewards with us. Thanks for sharing YOUR story!
I love hearing about your others. In my apartment in New York, I felt a presence 15 years after I'd moved in. A spirit passed right through me. I love that you feel so tenderly toward your spirits and yet set boundaries!
A spirit passed through you! What an astonishing sensation and experience. And yes, I do feel those who lived here before are joint stewards with us. Thanks for sharing YOUR story!
I love hearing about your others. In my apartment in New York, I felt a presence 15 years after I'd moved in. A spirit passed right through me. I love that you feel so tenderly toward your spirits and yet set boundaries!