Depending on your perspective, I have been blessed or cursed with the ability to sense things. Déjà vu, vibes, dreams are all a part of my daily existence. It’s not always easy to feel these things but I’ve gotten used to it.
Actually I believe we all have the ability to sense things. Animals have a great sixth sense, you see them reacting to events like natural disasters hours before we humans are even aware of what’s happening. I see also I see it in children. Imaginary friends? They may be imaginary to you.
Just because you can’t see things with your eyes doesn’t make them any less real. I often think of what Hamlet said to his friend Horatio. “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than is dreamt of in your philosophy.”
And that is how I recently explained a recent experience I had to my granddaughter, Bridget, who is a nurse. And as a nurse, she is highly scientific in her analysis of physical phenomena. However she knows that even in medicine there are lots of things that lack an explanation.
And as a woman of great faith she knows that miracles happen every day. And so my communing with the spirits on a regular basis is more normal than paranormal to her.
Recently we took a drive back to the old neighborhood for a little visit. As we walked around the streets, it was nice to relive some old memories with her. I showed her where I grew up and where her grandfather used to live. Most of the houses in the neighborhood were still there.
What had changed though were all of the shops that lined Detroit Avenue between West 69th and West 65th. The storefronts looked so different to me now; I was only able to identify a handful of places. And that made me a little sad.
And so in an effort to cheer me up, Bridget brought me into an ice cream shop called Sweet Moses. It was a charming place that harkened back to the days of real soda shops where ice cream was prepared and served by soda jerks. Yes that’s a real term!
Sitting there I was overcome with a sense of nostalgia. How many soda counters had I sat at during my youth? But that wasn’t all. Sitting there I felt a warm sensation surround me. I asked Bridget if the heat was perhaps too high. But she felt no such thing.
And then it hit me, as I looked around the shop, I recognized it. It came zooming at me like a blast from the past. This wasn’t really a soda shop; it was my Aunt Justina’s tailor shop and dry cleaner. And that’s when I realized that warm feeling surrounding me felt just like a hug. A hug, that my aunt would have given me whenever I would visit her shop. Holy Moses!