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Dark and Stormy Nights
by Bonnie Moss 2006 01
Dark nights in the Fall and Winter give
me the jitters.High winds and a dark night
Of course, the night is always dark when
storm brews. But with no hydro,there is
no power.It feels darker than it should,
especially after midnight.
The place is lit up with candles, the smell
of incense pervades the air. It is quiet,
too quiet inside. This makes the sounds
from outside seem louder.
Night time is a good time for me to write,
or meditate or just sit in front of the
fire in quiet contemplation. But not when
the wind is howling, and windows are rattling
madly.Add to that the noise of the waves
beating furiously against the rocks. In
the winter, I can hear the sound of the
ice breaking from the waves underneath.It
lets out a loud boom as the pressure
produces a crack.
I swear I can feel the house shaking as
well.I ask myself what scares me silly?
It is a dark night- there is nothing in
the dark that was not there in daylight.
Perhaps the fact that we are isolated at
this time of the year- all the cottages
are closed for winter. That should not
matter- we keep to ourselves.
I am mobile, I can get out in an emergency.
I make sure the flashlights are working.I
have my cell phone operational.So, what
I try to seek out ghosts- I can feel their
presence, but I�ve never seen any ghosts
except in my dreams.My place is surrounded
by trees- an oak tree stands protectively
in front of my main deck where the main
entrance door is. Beside it is a birch tree
and a willow tree.This is on the lake front,
facing west. There are a variety of pines
along the walkway on the north side. And
more pines dot the long driveway.
Never Inn is nestled quite comfortably and
peacefully amid a variety of pine trees.that
found a way to prosper amid rocks and boulders
that form a hill on the northeast side. The
southside and the west part of Never Inn faces
Some of my guests claim they see or feel a
presence. I tease them that it�s a welcome
gesture from the guardian of Never Inn.
Friends tell me there has got to be spirits
around. Elementals- some say; I prefer to
call them Nature Spirits. I tell friends I
communicate with these spirits. I seek their
assistance and inspiration when I do my
gardening.Why do you think I get these
chores done almost without too much effort?
In the winter, I seek their help when I have
to clear snow or ice off the walkway and
the deck. Add to this, bringing in firewood.
Last Fall, the fellow who promised to come
and stack up the wood never showed up. I
was stupid to have the wood dropped in the
driveway, as was the request of the fellow
who never came.So, I had to do it myself.I
was concerned because of a shoulder problem
that I was afraid to aggravate with all the
lifting. But- I asked for help from the angels
and the helpful spirits around. I am sure
they came to my aid. Stacking up the two
full cords of wood, was a breeze. I got it
done in record time much to the surprise
Stormy and dark nights bring out an eerie
feeling, makes the unknown felt.It is
foreboding! It makes my imagination run
wild with nothing pleasant. I can�t
concentrate on anything. I sit and listen
to the deafening sound of silence in the dark.
It is a time I don't want to communicate
much less feel any presence, friendly or
otherwise. However, these are the conditions
conducive to bringing them out, as the
veil gets thinner late into the night.
Oh for daylight to come!
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