Spirit Week

The earliest origin of the word “cemetery” is the Sanskrit “sete” for “he lies,” like someone is just sleeping. Over the years I’ve come to believe that this is true. The body is a vessel for spirit energy, and that energy lives on. And on, and on.  I know this based on many personal experiences.

This week the topic of spirits and ghosts is rampant what with All Hallow’s Eve (Halloween,) followed by Dia de Los Muertos, followed by today, All Souls Day. I stopped at the historic and beautiful Mount Hope Cemetery this week before the windstorm tore off all the colorful leaves.

I could imagine this place as spooky with the trails winding around hills and the 150-year old tombstones covered in moss and vines.  I could also see families visiting graves and bringing flowers and candles to honor and celebrate their loved ones. This cemetery is also a solemn place for prayer and reflection and remembrance.

Six years ago today I was at my father’s side as his body took its last breath. There have been many signs since then—some of them comical—that he is still around. This fact has comforted me rather than frightened me. Look for the dark side, and you’ll find it and be fearful. Dwell in the light, and you’ll be blessed with comfort and love. The love goes on.