The unseen...

We stayed up late last night talking about the spirits that live in your old house. I told you about the things that I felt as you worked around the house, and you asked questions, eventually sharing the information you had about its storied history. It’s just the sort of conversation we tend towards and, you’ve told me, something that you both love and haven’t been able to really do for the last couple of decades. That breaks my heart a bit, my sweet girl, to think that the curiosity and excitement that I see when we talk about things a little more esoteric and mysterious was ever taken from you. The world is full of magic, for those willing to see it, and I would argue we need it, as humans. I know you and I certainly do, at the very least.

I hope that, in us, your wild, inquisitive soul finds the freedom to question and explore in the way that it seems very much inclined to do so. I hope that we will always want to ponder the less tangible parts of the universe, to look for the enigmatic in our travels and within one another and ourselves. Know that I’ll always be up for doing so, believe me, even when it’s a little spooky. Fear alone is never a good enough reason to do or not do something, and your love makes me quite courageous, regardless. Keep believing, my baby, always, in the possibility of things beyond what we can readily see and experience. I love you, with all that I am, now and always.