Walking with Ghosts
My horoscope said my voices were gone. My loved ones departed, my spirit guides & angels, ghosts of friends gone from my life. All left me to fend for myself. No wonder I’ve been feeling alone! It made me think of the people that touch your life. Sometimes in a profound way and then disappear. Where do people go?
Did you scare them? Did you neglect them? Were you not the person they thought you were? Or maybe it had nothing to do with you.
Silence is the loudest voice.
I’ve written about painting people/places/emotions out of your life. I’m thinking of painting them back in.
The love of a pet long departed, a best friend disappeared from your life, a lover long gone
Take the feeling, the connection and paint it back in.
What is the colour? What is the feeling? Try to capture it. Was it gentle like a water colour wash on wet paper? Was it bold and passionate like a pallet knife and oil paint? Was it paynes grey or cadmium red? Sculpture or a painting?
Its possible the connection is physically gone forever. It is a way to honour that imprint on your life. A piece of your tapestry. A piece of your web.