I am not crazy. Eccentric — maybe. But not crazy. Juju/Woowoo not my thing.
But . . .
My ‘Our Mackinac Island Scattering’ blog (July 28, 2022) describes scattering my folks’ ashes below Arch Rock into Lake Huron last summer with my sister, on Mackinac Island, the setting of happy family gatherings of our past.
Of Arch Rock, Judge Advocate Samuel A. Storrow wrote, in 1817: From the Lake it appears like a work of art, and might give birth to a thousand wild and fanciful conjectures.
My mother was complicated. When I scattered my mother’s ashes, delicately, I said: “Good bye. I think you were happy here. Yes. I think you were happy here.” Her ashes fogged the pebbly Straights of Mackinac shore. Ebbing. Tiding. Gently.
One year later and I am back in northern Michigan with Tony and Roady, escaping Tennessee’s summer heat and humidity. Every day we spend time on Lake Michigan. Every day my mother’s spirit animal visits.
Do you believe in spirit animals?