'Wildflower earrings' sterling silver; Kathleen Faulkner
One time, while hiking, we came upon Ghost Pipes. Pale, dreamlike fairy tales from some other world. I was fascinated. My father said to me, "You'll probably never see these again, they're very rare."
I've thought about them much over the years, how lucky I was to see something so rare and the impression they left, as if they had become attached to my very being.
One day, while walking in Washington Park, there they were: Ghost Pipes! I was stopped in my tracks, my mind bursting with memories and emotion. I wanted to shout out, "Hey, Dad, Look! Ghost Pipes! After all these years I finally see them again!" Instead I only thought it.
Maybe ghosts see and hear everything, even thoughts if we want them to..