Archive for January, 2009
I see ghosts sometimes.
I see ghosts sometimes.
As I walk around Liberty, especially amongst the students, I see things. I hear things.
Sometimes I hear a laugh, I see a shape, a fleeting glimpse.
Then a rush of memories flood my mind. Times long gone, conversations from another time, all rush in without hesitation. They dance around me, warm me, and suddenly I’m transported through time and space and for a brief second I am once again . . . a kid, a teenager, I’m a thousand things all at once.
I start to turn, to shout “s’ up” and images, sounds, smells, feelings, thoughts all crash into the back of my mind. For the briefest of moments I am left all alone in time.
But it is a brief second, maybe two.
A small smile crosses my mind. The illusion, the memory is gone, stored in back into the conscious collections of Neurons and proteins from which it emerged awaiting the next trigger.
I switch my laptop from one hand to another; I scan the crowd for the source of the memory. Then oddly I say a small prayer for those around me, that they will have friends as I have, memories as I have.
Its then that the wonderful gift I have hits me and I realize how lucky and fortunate I am in this all too brief life.
Now I know what He meant when he said “I thank my God in all my remembrance of you,” Phil. 1:3
I arrive at my class and the ghosts retreat and await their next surprise and all is well with me.