What Made Me Smile: my friend, Cheyenne, who is already up in Boston. I miss her.
Song In My Head: The Friday Night Boys - Sorry I Stole Your Gurl
I had such an experience the other night.
Two friends and I went to the mall, just to be together since we're all going off to college and everything, and on our way home we went to this cemetery. It's supposedly haunted by this poor woman who drowned in a nearby swamp while going out to look for her husband in a snow storm in 1800. She is still buried in the cemetery, but her headstone was moved to discourage grave robbers. I had been once before, but hadn't gone very far in. Her presence is so palpable it can scare someone right off. But the three of us went in. And because no one was around we just talked to her. We told her we didn't want to do anything bad, that we just wanted to visit. We talked about her in kind ways, we told her how we hoped she would find her way, to cross over somehow. It was freezing. During the day, it was probably 75 degrees, and when we were there, it felt about 55. And then each of us had a brief chill, with no wind. It was like she was hugging us. And after that, any nerves or fears we had about the place were gone. We left at peace, and we felt very safe.
It was a truly touching experience. So many people go up there to try and record her on tape, to bother her for their own gain. I suppose it was nice for her to see some people who just wanted to talk to her. So now we plan on going back when we're all together again, bringing flowers and candles and just saying 'hello' to our new friend.
I'll keep you all updated on my move to college, in Boston. It's in 6 days!
Blessings,
Ellen