Spirits

I spent most of my formative years in this Pearl, Mississippi house.  It holds so many memories for me both good and bad.   I cannot believe it is being sold.

This house remains one of the most interesting places I have ever lived.   I will always remember lying in bed and listening to the sound of people walk down the halls.  It never scared me; it just was.  I also remember seeing a woman walk down the hallway and hearing voices in rooms where people were not.  It was unnerving at times; but it was always fun living in a haunted house.   I remember when I first heard my mom and grandma mention to me about the spirits.  I had never heard them speak of such things… it actually surprised me; but let me know that It was not just me that experienced it.   The weirdest thing was when things would move.  You couldn’t expect anything to stay in one place, it would inexplicably move to another part of the room or another room in general.  You just never knew what would happen. 

I can’t help but wonder if my mom is now counted among the spirits that reside at 306 Pearl Drive.  She passed away in the living room sleeping in her bed.  She slept in there because she was an amputee and getting around was easier than going into and down the hallway.  

I wonder if she made friends with the other spirits in the house too.  In life, she never met a stranger… I doubt death would stop her. 

traditions

Many Native American traditions do not exist anymore, lost in the pages of time never to be seen again. This is one of the saddest legacies of the United States, and European colonization in general, the loss of the native culture. I have always found an interest in the native cultures that once called this entire continent their home, now they are segregated into tiny “Sovereign Dependant Nations” within the United States, nothing as they once were. They fight for their culture to continue on, and in many ways it does. I am 1/8 provable Choctaw, however the number is closer to 1/4 in actuality. I feel a connection to the land that my ancestors once called home, and in many ways I feel a connection to the culture that I would love to learn more about. Many times in my past I have been exposed to this culture, and it is something that I feel should be expressed more to all people, it is a human legacy as well as an American one. Building on traditions in something a few of my friends and I do try to do through many means. We have built a sweat lodge in order to meditate and come closer to our spiritual side, through heat and controlled hardship. The sweat lodge is one of the Native American traditions that still exists, and can be shared for all…

Blurred Lines

I occasionally find myself staring into the distance, and just thinking, and allowing myself to not focus on anything in my line of sight. Sometimes in that second when I come back, just before my eyes focus, the world makes more sense. Today I went to get my mom, and on the way home the sunset was absolutely beautiful, but I could not get a still shot, the final image left the horizon blurred, but the image itself retains its immense beauty.

Angel In Waiting

Angels have always been a source of fascination and interest for me. As a young child I was taught that people who die become angels, but as I grew older I came to realize that people do not become angels, angels existed long before men and have taken many different forms. They are protectors, spirits, messengers, but all in all beings of light, they bring positive things to all they encounter… So I guess some people can be angelic.

I took this photo at Repeat Street in Ridgeland… I felt Sepia was fitting.

Repeat Street
626 Ridgewood Road
Ridgeland, MS 39157-3906
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