There have been ghosts all around me today.
I am in a city where I used to live, where I lived for a very long time as a matter of fact, and took some time this afternoon to visit some once-familiar places. I walked, I drove, I remembered, conjured ghosts of days gone by, the kind of thing I have enjoyed doing in the past.
It was different this time.
I was overcome with a powerful sense of grief; the kind of grief that I remember from many years ago, the kind that hurts physically as well as emotionally. And lonliness.
I can’t say what prompted these emotions. I am the kind of person who has always cherished solitude, sought it out even, so I was taken aback by the overwhelming emotion that came over me for no apparent reason. I pushed through it as I have done many times in the past.
Later, I worked for a number of hours on my memoir. I went back in time to the 1970’s and found ghosts there as well. I learned that in my writing I tend to gloss over periods of deep emotion and the 70’s were, most definitely for me, filled with periods of deep emotion.