A Home So Full Of “Life”

Thinking about what to write today, I have many ideas come to mind. The one that stands out, is about myself and  a good friend who through the years have had many experiences with spirit together. We worked at a heritage site together for a time, although we have been friends for over 25 years. 

This particular day my friend was working in a log home built in 1837. Not all historic homes have spirit dwelling in them, but this one was always full of  “life”. My friend is an historical interpreter and story teller. This particular day at the museum was a quiet one, only the odd visitor. My friend was in this home she worked in, cleaning and cooking over the open hearth. The house smelled of woodsmoke and fresh biscuits baking. As I entered the home to discuss an upcoming program with my friend, the walking wheel spinning wheel was slowly turning round as if someone was actually using it. Keep in mind the wheel was normally tied off so it could not be used unless staff was doing a presentation with it. Somehow, it had become untied. I could hear little footsteps tapping overhead where the children’s sleeping loft once was. There was no one working up there at the time. My friend was singing a tune as she worked in the kitchen, so I continued further into the small and “lively” house, toward the kitchen area. As I passed what had once been the main floor bedroom, I saw a foot in a cream coloured, hand knit stocking rise off the bed, as though someone was just getting up for the day. It felt like such a warm and welcoming home. My friend and I chatted briefly and cheerfully about the house being so full of “life” and didn’t think much more about it. As we talked about the upcoming program, the “life” in the building continued all around us. Then, another historical interpreter knocked at the door and the house suddenly fell silent and still. This particular interpreter always refused to enter into this house as the “life” in the building caused her great uneasiness. We tried to welcome her in and let her know there was nothing to fear, but ended up stepping out the door to speak with her. The home remained quiet and still the rest of that day.

I miss the family that “lived” in that home. I miss that historic site. There are many more stories about this family in their home; I will share some of these stories with you in my future blogs…

Peace and Happiness

Dagaz 💕