Follow-up to "The Visitor"

Hey lovelies.

A few of you have brought to my attention that last night's post was a mite confusing. You've asked if I'm alluding to anything currently happening. I was very "in the zone" or tunnel visioned, if you will, while writing it so I'll bring you up to speed.

This may have been the first post to not actually have anything to do with real life, mine or anyone else's. Since blogging about my life and happenings in it has been the norm, I can understand the confusion.

In fact, you have now gotten a glimpse into my writing process--my creative writing process.

It usually begins with a phrase that pops into my head, which can be the most general or the most specific of things. Sometimes, it is someone speaking.

That's how last night's post started. The first sentence was rolling over and over in my head to the point where something had to be done with it. So I wrote it down and decided to follow it wherever it wanted to go.

This is the scenario I was feeling: an elderly woman is puttering about in her house, fiddling with her knickknacks, doilies, and what-nots. She is alone; the house is quiet. 

Her doorbell rings and startles her, as she hadn't had a caller and wasn't expecting any for a long time. She opens the door to find a ghost of her past on her stoop, waiting patiently. (And I do mean an actual, ethereal being, not a person from her past.) 

Upon seeing the ghost, memories come flooding back and bring waves of feelings with them. She knows why the ghost is there and invites it in. She is not entirely pleased with the ghost or its timing, but feels no ill will towards it.

The ghost is there to observe and both of them know it. It is there to see how she has recovered from the event. She chats with it like an old friend, and it watches her closely. 

In the end, the ghost is satisfied with what it has seen and heard and says its goodbyes.

The lady felt a bit sad as she closed the door, because she knew the next time they would meet would be in the next world, as she was not long for this one.

As I wrote her side of the conversation, I was asking myself, "How might any of us react if our past were to appear to take accounts of us? To see how we've responded to the traumas and blessings we go through?"

I can honestly tell you, I do not know what her "event" was, whatever happened to send this ghost of the past to check up on her every so often. We can't really know for sure anyone else's stories but our own.

Some randomly inspired writings such as this one have extended over years and some last only minutes. I guess this one only appeared to ask a question, to teach me and hopefully to teach others. I hope this answered some of your queries about it.