Vacation Ruminations/ StumbleUpon Stumps The Weary/ The Ghosts Of Savannah/ Dedicated To My Girl

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It’s very early Sunday and I sit here trying to figure out if I have subscribed to my friends on StumbleUpon.

Do I think I have? Yes.
Am I sure I have? No.
Do I understand why their new system is an improvement? No
Do I care? Yes! I don’t want to lose any friends!

We are back in Atlanta tonight and plan to return to Virginia in a few days. The weather has turned colder and it has stopped raining. Taking a vacation during the monsoon season has its drawbacks but we managed to explore Savannah without slipping below the water line.

We were taking a tour of an old home in the historic district of Savannah when I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. But when I looked no one was there. Apparently it was a ghost who looked like a woman in a green dress.

This city is full of ghosts they say and many, many former residents are buried in places other than marked graves. A lot of them are under the streets where people walk or drive over them all day long.

We took a ghost tour and discovered some of the very sad stories that seem to have led to the proliferation of ghosts in the area.

I look back fondly on our time in Savannah just as I looked forward to it when we were planning our trip. But while it was happening in the immediate present I enjoyed it a little less because of the pain associated with all the walking.

It seems that I have not learned to live in the present moment quite yet at least when physical exertion is required. Weightlessness would be nice sometimes. Do you see where we are going with this?

Being a ghost could have its advantages. Your feet and back don’t hurt after a long walk. You don’t have to stand in line. And you don’t have to stop what you are doing to look for a restroom.

But I don’t really want to be a ghost. I want to live in the present moment and deal with things. This means making a mad dash for heaven when the clock stops ticking. And it means in a moment letting go of the people and places I love including the exquisite and irreplaceable B.
A ghost is someone who is living in the past. Their present situation is practically unknown to them. They stubbornly hold on to the past and refuse to see that things have changed.

They desperately need a vacation even if it means being uncomfortable for awhile in some new surroundings. So I said a little prayer while we were there and wished them well.
Hopefully at some point they will meet someone like my wife who will talk them into taking a vacation or even moving on to a new locale. It could mean leaving their favorite haunt of course. But it’s something that has to happen sooner or later to all of us.

We leave the places and people we love. And we learn to say good-bye.

Click on the photos for a slide show of Savannah.

Savannah, Georgia

10 thoughts on “Vacation Ruminations/ StumbleUpon Stumps The Weary/ The Ghosts Of Savannah/ Dedicated To My Girl

  1. I found this both very touching and warmly humorous. It lent a lot insight into your soul. Beautiful. Loved the way you compare ghosts and living in the past with you own life desires.

    I found these line very poignant: “But I don’t really want to be a ghost. I want to live in the present moment and deal with things. This means making a mad dash for heaven when the clock stops ticking. And it means in a moment letting go of the people and places I love including the exquisite and irreplaceable B.”

    So beautiful. Deep. Emotional.

    Hugging you,
    Robin 🙂
    .-= Robin Easton´s last blog ..Five Perspectives on Death =-.

  2. Hi David

    Very interesting reflection indeed. And how true – ghosts DO live in the past and how fun is a life like that? So I totally agree with you David, staying in the present moment and dealing with things as they come is the best way to go.

    I suspect though that death is so much different than our society has lead us to believe. And as I learn more and more, I wonder about whether we need to say good-bye at all. It seems as spiritual beings we always have access to anything or I should say anyone we want. The same can be said for the loved ones left behind. Of course life will never be the same without the physical person being there, but I have heard of people who are able to tune in their energy into the spiritual world so well, that they can easily connect with that soul anytime they want.

    Well, for now though and naturally most of us have to abide by the rules of the physical, so I totally understand what you are saying…
    .-= Evita´s last blog ..Taking It Easier =-.

    1. Yes you are so right. I have heard of this too. Paramahansa Yogananda talks in his autobiography about talking with his mother who he loved so dearly and missed so much after her death. And he was not someone who missed much in this world. But the point is that he did miss her and he was an avatar and a saint. So where does that leave someone like your blogger friend? The road is long and the mountain trails very difficult.

  3. I enjoyed the photos of Savannah very much, David! I was there many times, but never in the night and had no chance to make night shots.

    Do you have subscribed to me on SU..??? if not, please do it..or I go and will do so…
    Susanne
    .-= Susanne Van Hulst´s last blog ..Creating Yourself =-.

  4. “A ghost is someone who is living in the past. Their present situation is practically unknown to them. ”

    Can you imagine how sad their life is? Living in the past while the present is totally unknown to them. Some people on this planet are living ghosts. People who are afraid to let go of what used to be good, letting the chances pass by…things that could be good in the present. Sad, but true.

    Thank you for sharing this.

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