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Friday, August 23, 2013

Giggles Girls and Ghosts

Writing a blog after more than a month is like coming home after a long trip and wondering if the dogs will still remember me. Of course they always remember me, but there is always that sliver of tension between the opening of the front door and the first wag of a happy tail.

As most of you know, I've been traveling for the past month. Over the years so many miles have passed beneath these brave feet of mine, now cracked from wear and time, yet still carrying me to the end and back…and back again, because it never really is the end now is it?

In the past month I’ve kissed soft cheeks, tickled shy toes, checked in with the tribe—the youngest member, my granddaughter, with her sticky hands and determined spirit, reminded me to chill out–have fun and never EVER give up! I like to think that she got that from me, but it’s her mother’s hard-earned tenacity that has seeded within her cotton candy heart.

Trying on hats

And then there were the many sets of eyes—smiling eyes—happy to see me, pulling up a chair deep within my heart, sitting down with me, taking the time to connect. Loving me. Thank you Lano, Kathy, and Ruth.

I’ve met some new faces too. Friendly Facebook faces reaching out to me with long arms — excellent huggers who smell good—Debra and Megan, who up until that point had been comment makers on FB, but were now in a booth at the Laughing Owl with me, sipping cocktails, slowly revealing their sweet selves—getting to know one another was magic!

My friends are my angels.

Beth was with me all along. She usually is. One-shoe two-shoes, we fit with each other like a comfy pair, and I’m more than grateful for her presence in my life. She carried me south to Savannah—she and Alison, a new friend with a quick British wit and a kind heart. We were giggling girls on a road trip, forgetting the have tos and all the bullshit that chokes out the sun.

We stayed with a friend—a pragmatic woman, not given to any bibbidi bobbidi boo. She apologized about the enraged ghost occupying our bedroom, a farmer from the eighteenth century who refuses to let go. She told us the medium couldn’t budge him, and I wonder if this is his face in the photo, mocking my friend as the shutter snapped. I slept with fingers and toes carefully hidden beneath a blanket of false bravado, insisting that ghosts do not exist— yet jumping at the slightest noise.

And here I am now—home. Tucked back into the nest like a speckled chick cuddling with the twigs and feathers, the familiar scent and the softness—feeling a little larger than before I left, perhaps a bit cramped, evidence of my growth over the summer and perhaps the need for a change in digs—and diet;). But I’ll let life flow in that direction on its own as I occupy this nest and this moment.

It’s good to be home.

16 comments:

Dangerous Linda said...

sounds like a full summer. welcome home ;-)

Leah Griffith said...

It has been a full summer Linda. Thanks for popping in!

Martha J. M. Orlando said...

So glad to see you here again, dear Leah, but so glad you had a wonderful vacation!
Okay, now you've gone and spooked me good - I SEE that face in the window! >shudder< Don't think I want to visit Savannah any time soon . . .
Lots of love!

Leah Griffith said...

Hahaha! Martha, Savannah is beautiful. Although this visit has caused me to want to dig for answers as far as ghosts are concerned. The face in the window is creepy, but it's probably just a waiter. Yup. That's what it is!
Love you girl!

Stephen Hayes said...

I'm glad you had a wonderful time and a chance to recharge your batteries. Welcome home.

Leah Griffith said...

Thanks Stephen. It was a blast and my battery is super-charged!

Karen Wojcik Berner said...

Welcome home, Leah. Sounds like you had some great adventures!

Leah Griffith said...

Karen, I had a fabulous time. I'm so blessed and loved! It's good to be back though. Time to make the donuts;)

Debra said...

Yes Leah, magic – what a wonderful night spent with you and Beth and Meg at the Laughing Owl! Not to mention the tour of the ‘For the Birds’ home. An unforgettable evening! You are the charming soul I KNEW you’d be. So glad your stay in NC was pleasant, except for the pissed off ghosts. But I know you must be glad to be home again. Talk soon.


Leah Griffith said...

We really did have a blast. I love how life leads us to the souls who will love us. Looking forward to many years of adventures with you Debra!

Anonymous said...

Wow tgat looks suitably creepy, the face in the picture looks annoyed lol, not sure I believe in ghosts but there has got to be some explanation.

Hope you had a great trip though.

Kris

Leah Griffith said...

Kris it was perfect. I'm not 100% on ghosts either. At least not the type in story books;)

Kimmers said...

Beautifully written Leaher :)

Leah Griffith said...

Thanks Kimmers. I mailed your package yesterday <3

Brooke said...

Welcome home! Glad to have you back! What a beautiful post, and a ghost story too! XO You are amazing and it is a gift to be in your tribe!

Leah Griffith said...

I'm thrilled to be back! Thanks beautiful Brooke!

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