The Alice Hoffman book I'm reading, The River King, is rife with great dying and ghost information. Yay. For instance: a person who wants to make restitution will cling to life far longer than a person with a clear conscience. And a ghost wants forgiveness most of all. A ghost will tell you that the only important thing, in life or in death, is love.
I have come inside after reading blissfully for a full hour in the hammock with my fleecy jacket on, as Betsy jumped on me, settled on my chest, and was off again after a few minutes while I awkwardly held my book in one hand to see around her big ol' head. It's amazing the contortions I will make for my cats' comfort.
This is why we try to humiliate our cats by laughing at them at every possible juncture; so that they don't demand tribute in the form of abject lapgiving at every moment of the day. When they jump toward the counter and miss, run headlong into walls, go straight up into the air when we walk into a room, we never, ever try to preserve their dignity by covering the moment over. No, we understand that a person should point and laugh openly. Otherwise cats get too big for their britches.
What a wonderful fall day. The clouds are low and fast. Moments of bright sun are followed by grim steel gray air. Makes me want to start a million projects. Which is why I got my mother and myself sketchbooks and a book on sketching while at the bookstore this morning. Yeah.
I thought that many ghosts came back solely for revenge?
Posted by: Iris | September 20, 2004 at 02:27 AM