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Chapter 3 – Ghost in the Mirror
“We are not human beings on a spiritual journey.  We are spiritual beings on a human journey.” – Stephen R. Covey

Days and nights transposed themselves and faded one into the other. There was no distinction between dream and reality and only a thin curtain separated unconsciousness from awareness. A figure in a long, blue robe drifted across my field of vision. Were my eyes open? Was I seeing this phantasm or experiencing a fragment of some reverie?

As the fog of sleep lifted, I became acutely aware of the stranger walking silently through the room, seemingly unaware of my presence. Who are you? I arose and followed the figure down the hall and into the bathroom, but as soon as I stepped inside she vanished. Confused and frightened, I pushed aside the shower curtain. I was half expecting to hear the eerie, slashing violin notes from the Psycho shower scene and genuinely fearful of finding a maniac lurking there with a butcher knife.

The tub and shower were vacant. I was alone in the small room. Where did she go? Previously skeptical about all things paranormal, I didn’t relish the possibility that I had seen a ghost; yet there seemed no other logical explanation.

While washing my hands I glanced up and caught my reflection in the mirror. I examined the cold and seemingly lifeless entity whose dull gray-green eyes stared back at me without a hint of recognition. Who are you?

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Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (Miss Peregrine #1)Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

A friend loaned me this book, announcing that she knew I would enjoy reading it because it’s weird, strange, and wonderful. She was correct on all counts.

As a writer, lover of the macabre, and a collector of old photographs, I was intrigued by the inspiration for the book. The vintage photos that illustrate it also served as catalysts for the intriguing story spun by Ransom Riggs. (This, by the way, is the best author name. Ever.)

Sixteen year-old Jacob is reeling from a terrible shock which, “…like anything that changes you forever, split my life into halves: Before and After.” Convincing his bird-watching father that it would make for a wonderful expedition, the pair travels to a remote island off the coast of Wales. Father may be in search of rare species, but Jacob is looking for Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children in an attempt to make sense of the cryptic words and images left behind by his late grandfather. Who were these children and what made them peculiar? Was his grandfather one of the peculiars? Is Jacob, himself, among their ranks?

I found this beautifully written book to be so entrancing I was unable to rest until without learning what happened next. This clearly demonstrates Riggs’ talent and expertise as a storyteller. If this debut novel is any indication of what we can expect from him in the future, sign me up as Ransom Riggs’ #1 Fan.

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Today I exchanged messages with a woman who had an aneurysm rupture in her brain just three months ago. She was concerned because she feels like she’s on an emotional roller coaster since her bleed. She feels like matters are getting worse instead of better as time goes by.

Hers is a story with which I am all too familiar. My bleed was almost 14 years ago, but I remember all too vividly what that felt like. I remember going through a period where I put an incredible amount of pressure on myself to put on a happy face regardless of what I was dealing with at the time. After all, I was alive and hadn’t suffered any serious long-term consequences, so how could I be anything less than elated?

The reality is that even survivors have a bad day now and then. We may even have a few more of them than the average person. We have to deal with the everyday aggravations everybody faces and sometimes we have to manage that when our brains refuse to retrieve information we need to finish a task or insist on putting the wrong word in our mouths. And ever-present are reminders that we should be  happy because we are lucky to be alive. Sometimes it can be hard to feel lucky.

My advice to my new friend was to give it time and to continue communicating with other survivors who understand what she is experiencing.  I also suggested that she talk to her doctor about the emotional rollercoaster she has been riding and assured her that it is okay to let other people know that life isn’t perfect. It’s trippy what blood can do to brain chemistry. Add to that the trauma of the experience and the post-operative medications and it should be no surprise that our emotions get all out of whack.

Still, we just want to be normal again. Is that so much to ask?

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