Promise not to laugh at me? Really? Ok. I saw a ghost this week. Stop! I am telling you the absolute truth. I saw it for a split second in the middle of our family room early one morning this week. It was greyish white and walked quickly, but with its head slumped down as if bashful or in pain. It sent the hairs on my neck straight up. And if I had hair on my head, it probably would have curled those. Every pore in my body seemingly opened and closed for a second as my mind and body tried to make sense of what had just happened.

I have always believed in ghosts. I can now add myself to the people I know who swear they have had sightings.

The kids in the house have all seen things at one point or another as well. I believe children are more innocent and not yet jaded and they see things that their far more analytical parents do not. That's my theory as to why you generally don't see a ghost for more than a few seconds at best. No one sits there and sees a ghost jog around the block, kick off their shoes, and do a load of laundry. "In the blink of an eye" they disappear. Maybe it's more accurate to say we banish them in the blink of an eye. Maybe it's the moment that our adult, rational, analytical brain says "this isn't possibly happening" that we simply cease to see what was always before us in the first place. What if these ghosts or spirits or whatever you want to call them are always around us and we simply filter them out? Sort of in the way a fish in a pond is probably not really conscious of the people standing above them?

The following night I heard a loud crash in a room I had just been painting in. It was a tall floor lamp that had been perfectly level on the carpet. And there it was, laying on its side. Nothing around it could have knocked it down. The pets were asleep in another part of the house. Could be a coincidence. But that lamp had as good a chance of falling over by itself as a mug on the coffee table.

People have already started telling me I didn't see what I know I saw. It was a shadow. It was a headlight through the window. It was a reflection. It was it was a ghost. And I saw it with my own two eyes. It was one of those moments in life where you realize perhaps not all is what it seems. It turns doubters into believers, and believers into diehards. Something just ocurred to me. Maybe sometimes we are the fish swimming in our own pond, never realizing what is just above the surface if we only turned our eyes to look.