Mistress WinterTrail throws her cape around her shoulders and heads into the wood, her faithful hound at her heels. The cold curls around the hem of her cape, bracing her for the coming winter and tickling the nose of her hound. She rules the winter trail, this woman whose feet gently rustle the last of the fallen leaves, this woman who feels the faint warmth of the weary sun trickling through the almost bare branches, this woman whose hands lift skyward to welcome the first snowflake.
And, on a completely unrelated note, my children were ghost hunting tonight. Now, if you've ever read much of my ramblings here, you know that I am half skeptic/smartass and half spiritual. If I am honest with myself, I can see where the skepticism comes in handy for a 'fraidy cat like me. If I really believed ghosts or other otherworldly creatures were real, then I'd have to be a wee bit anxious about unexplained sights and sounds. . .and we all know that's not good for a 'fraidy cat, LOL.
Funny, too, how my skepticism gets really quiet and almost urges me to believe that benign spirits such as faeries and Eastern dragons might actually have existed once upon a time. . .and we all know that is not a threat for a 'fraidy cat, so it's okay, LOL.
So, my children have ingrained in them a healthy love of science plus a big dose of fascination with the mystical. Which means what? Which means that when they go looking for ghosts in the dark, they don't tremble until they actually see something they think is unexplained. Then they come screaming and giggling back to me for protection. . .and we all know that is a trial for the 'fraidy cat who must be the brave one, LOL!
And why is it that the mommy has to be the only protector? Ah, that would be because the daddy avoids such subjects or gives out a rather hasty, "There's no such thing." To him, cemeteries are places to be avoided, while to some of my family, cemeteries make a good place to have a family reunion on Memorial Day. It's all a matter of perspective, isn't it? Anyway, that's why the mommy gets to be privvy to the ghost hunting action. . .and we all know the mommy is actually a great big 'fraidy cat, don't we?
I'll let you know if the little ghost hunters find anything interesting besides shadows and reflections on trees, and in the meantime, please send me some extra "don't be a coward" vibes that you can spare, 'kay?