THE GHOST

THE GHOST

THE GHOST | GHOST RANCH

In the deep dreams of New Mexico, I was thinking about a visitation, a ghost, a spirit, that reached out during a thundering storm — lightning flashing — and during that flash, there she was, hanging there. In that one moment — floating for an instance, swirling in the wind — and she reached out.

And that reaching out, that might’ve been a beckoning, or it might’ve been a “hold” — or stand clear; stop for a moment.

But she was there. Floating in the flash of light, distinct, luminous, the breeze moving her – now, some three stories above the ground.

Unforgettable, her.

Beautiful ghost.

More to the meditation, here: http://www.girvin.com/blog/?p=2744

Tim | GHOST RANCH, New Mexico

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