“I’ve come to love old ghosts. They’re there for a reason, and the sooner we sit and sip a whiskey or two with them, the sooner we come to understand them, hear them, and work with them, the more peace we’ll find. All they are, are faded reflections of ourselves that desire just a little of our time to impart a few more gems of wisdom before they depart.
I think we owe them that; it’s akin to honoring our ancestors, because our old ghosts are really just ancient whispers of ours hearts and lives that have accompanied us, side by side, through one energetic cycle to the next. These faded whispers that we carry in our hearts just want one final conversation, one final whiskey by the fire, before they return home and leave us to our continued unfolding.”