Spooky Thoughts and Happenings

There are a few things in my life as an author I’m expected to talk about.

Books. The mechanics of writing. How plots haunt me and how my muses never stop planting seeds for more stories. However, I don’t talk a lot about me. I’ve balanced my writing and daily life with also being psychic.

I’ve read people professionally in the past. Don’t do it anymore unless friends ask. Still I live with it. I see ghosts, hear them, can read my fair amount of tea leaves, see shit in the woods and a few other things. These days, I have a lot of spirit visitations in my dreams.

Several years ago, my husband and I lost our black Lab, Morrigaine.

After she passed, she started coming to visit in dreams which is awesome and heart wrenching at the same time because she’s not there when I wake up. Six years later she comes to visit. The reality of the visitation mixes with the dream realm, but has a different feel. I know I’m awake. We play or snuggle or whatever she wants and then she heads off and I wake up.

Sure, others have had the same experiences with their pets, relatives, people they know, or guides. I’m not the only one out of millions to have this, but it’s still something I don’t talk about much.

Why am I sharing now?

Morrigaine decided to show up last night and I realized why not share the experiences with others than my husband and my friends. Other people need to know who deal with grief or with loosing their pets that they are still watching out for us.