Posted 30 September 2009 - 05:33 PM
Thank you, Kats, for bringing back the thread. I wanted, first, to say to Redhead what a beautiful story of your 'imaginary' friend Harold! You related it perfectly - I felt the pathos of that story right through the monitor. I grew up with fairly 'believing' parents - my mom held rather unorthodox beliefs as it was, and my dad had grown up with a family from the Appalachians with lots of stories of the local 'witch' and how my grandmother could doctor any illness/wound, magically. Some houses seemed to be busier than others, but all the activity pretty much followed me wherever I went. One incident happened actually in my adult life, but Redhead's story made me think of it, as I also experienced it with my sister. We had a house together in our early twenties that had been many things and only recently, a house. At one point it had been a chiropractor's office - back in the 40/50's- who unfortunately (for those he botched) took on a side job of doing abortions. For you youngin's out there - it was very, very illegal then. Well, we had gotten used to a woman hanging around, especially in the back bedroom which turned out to be the OR as it were. We never saw her, but you could sense this almost overwhelming sadness when she was around - it was palpable. We had guests over for a dinner, most of which were doubters about the supernatural, and as we related the story of this sad event in our home, one of the guests heard crying and was himself brought to the brink of tears. We felt like we had somehow abandoned her when we moved.
I see dance being used as communication between body and soul, to express what is too deep, too fine, for words. ~ Ruth St. Denis