I don't think I believe in ghosts either--not the way they are popularly described, as restless spirits, etc. But you are absolutely right, the storyteller in me is fascinated by the idea. And I can work around this idea if I squint--I remember realizing that there is a spiritual reality that is over, in, and through us. That the material world is only half of all that we can see and experience. Angels are capable of many things we do not understand--could it be that spectral buck was an Angel taking a unique shape? Again--this makes sense only if I squint. God is certainly the ultimate story teller and the third person of the trinity was for a long time referred to as the Holy Ghost not accidentally.
The thought of the spiritual reality overlapping and transcending our material understanding is congruent with this Celtic idea of the "thinness" of space you've been writing about this week. I get a sense of vertigo if I let my mind dwell on it. People are both material and spiritual, which is what makes us special--I read somewhere that if Angels could be jealous, it would be because we get to share in the image of God more completely, as both spiritual and corporeal. Once you "see" this--experience this reality--everything in life gets this little magical flavor. Your spectral Buck feels magical to even read about. Even if the explanation is mundane--that magical feeling is *real*. If God's purpose in imbuing it with that magical sense is just that you would write about it, then mission accomplished.
I don't think I believe in ghosts either--not the way they are popularly described, as restless spirits, etc. But you are absolutely right, the storyteller in me is fascinated by the idea. And I can work around this idea if I squint--I remember realizing that there is a spiritual reality that is over, in, and through us. That the material world is only half of all that we can see and experience. Angels are capable of many things we do not understand--could it be that spectral buck was an Angel taking a unique shape? Again--this makes sense only if I squint. God is certainly the ultimate story teller and the third person of the trinity was for a long time referred to as the Holy Ghost not accidentally.
The thought of the spiritual reality overlapping and transcending our material understanding is congruent with this Celtic idea of the "thinness" of space you've been writing about this week. I get a sense of vertigo if I let my mind dwell on it. People are both material and spiritual, which is what makes us special--I read somewhere that if Angels could be jealous, it would be because we get to share in the image of God more completely, as both spiritual and corporeal. Once you "see" this--experience this reality--everything in life gets this little magical flavor. Your spectral Buck feels magical to even read about. Even if the explanation is mundane--that magical feeling is *real*. If God's purpose in imbuing it with that magical sense is just that you would write about it, then mission accomplished.
Thank you for sharing this!
Wondering if it might have escaped from a copy of Harry Potter left open on the table.
I thought this was just beautiful--had goosebumps reading it and not because it was spooky. So beautiful.
I don't believe in ghosts any more than I believe in reality ;).
I enjoyed this story very much - thank you!
It feels like though the adult wants to believe just what she sees the child's magic is what will always pull us through. Love this!
Love! Love! Love!
This was beautiful to read. Thank you for sharing this.