New Big Sur Hauntings

On Saturday night, for my birthday, (hint hint), I will be doing one of my favorite activities, scaring the snot out of myself in Big Sur. An odd hobby I realize, but barrels of fun none the less.

I'm staying at Lucia Lodge, that will be me, the second from the last cabin closest to the edge of the cliff. I'm glad I don't sleepwalk!

I will spend the evening reading my book, Ghosts of Big Sur, and Real Life Ghost Encounters, (thank you Jenna for the great read) doing my tarot cards on the antique four poster bed, solely to set the mood, and roaming the cliff in a long white nightgown, a glass of red wine held daintily in my hand. If I don't scare myself, I'm sure to scare some of the other guests. Who knows? Maybe I'll become a haunted legend myself.

Sunday will be spent at Esalen Institute, (guest passed of course, I love knowing people in high places), that would be me sitting in the stone tub on the bottom right, contemplating life, appropriately in my birthday suit, with other artists, philosophers, and dreamers, also nakey.

I'll fill in all my loyal fans as to the fanciful dreaming I'm sure to experience.

Moonchild

Call her moonchild
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lovely moonchild
Dreaming in the shadow
of the willow

-King Crimson

Something woke me up in the middle of the night. Pasha, curled next to me, was sound asleep. I bumbled out of bed and drank thirstily. When I came back to bed I realized what had woken me. The full moon created a shaft a moonlight which shone on where Pasha and I were lying. He remained asleep, little paws trembling in moondog dreams.

I curled up in a little ball within the moonlight. My whole body was illuminated. I moon-bathed and felt safe for the first time.