New interests

I’ve recently developed an interest in the paranormal. I’m not sure what brought it on. I may have learned about a podcast called Astonishing Legends while listening to Paul F. Tompkins’ SPONTANEANATION. I binged-listened Astonishing Legends and found out about Jim Harold’s Paranormal Podcast which led me to Jim Harold’s Campfire. There’s another good one I’ve been listening to called The Anything Ghost Show. Astonishing Legends is a heavily researched show. They talk about legendary hauntings like that of the Greyfriars Kirkyard, unexplained mysteries like the deaths of the Dyatlov Pass hikers, and strange creatures like the Mothman. The show covers the paranormal as well as more earthly legends. I’ve found that I prefer the paranormal.

I’m especially smitten with The Anything Ghost Show. It features stories of real people who have experienced the paranormal or the supernatural. I’ve always believed in the possibility of ghosts and an afterlife. Now I’m convinced, and I can’t get enough of these stories. Like it says on Fox Mulder’s poster, “I want to believe.”

One thing I often wonder is where my late mother is? I see her in dreams sometimes, but in the dreams, we tend not to get along, or she actually doesn’t like me. I totally believe that many of my dreams have meaning, and that they are my connection to other realms. I think the universe that we know is not the only one, and that this existence is infinite. You and I are more powerful than we think, and reality is more complicated than we realize.

So, these ghost stories make me wonder why my mother isn’t haunting me? Is she somewhere looking after me, or does she think that I have the resources to make it on my own? I sound crazy now, but I’m enjoying myself.This new interest of mine is bound to come in handy for writing fiction. I think I’ll stick with it for a while.

Photo: Ghosts in the Hall -Rachel Titiriga

Ghosts in the Hall | Rachel Titiriga
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Craving Attention?

Our performance at Gen Con on Saturday went well, although the audience was a bit quieter than in previous years. I’ve decided that I won’t do this gig again. The other troupe members attend the conference for all four days and dance in busking fashion at various spots in the venue. For the past two years, I have only participated in the Saturday performance. I drive from Bloomington to Indianapolis that morning and return after the performance. It’s a lot of trouble for twenty minutes of dancing. Plus, over the past few years, I just haven’t gotten much of a kick out of performing. I want to keep dancing, but my desire to dance in front of people has diminished over the years. I may have outgrown the need I used to have to be the center of attention.

Is it true that I no longer crave the attention of others? No, I don’t think so. I wouldn’t be blogging, and posting to Instagram if I didn’t want to be viewed favorably by others. It wouldn’t matter to me if my posts got no views and no “likes.” Honestly, it does matter a little.

I’ve been listening to a podcast called SPONTANEANATION WITH PAUL F. TOMPKINS. In the podcast, the aforementioned Tompkins performs a monolog and then interviews the show’s guest. The guest is asked to come up with a location for an improvised narrative sketch to be performed by the assembled group of improvisers. Some sketches are funnier than others, but to me, the show is always entertaining. I love doing acting improv. That’s the kind of performing I would love to do at this point in my life. I don’t see that opportunity coming along any time soon. If it did, I’m sure it would be too time-consuming an activity. When would I write and make art? When would I exercise to stave off the MS symptoms?

Speaking of MS symptoms, I found that despite the fact that my legs have been doing really well, I had trouble on Saturday because the stress of the performance caused some spasticity. It wasn’t terrible, but it was disappointing that my effort to get really hydrated that morning didn’t pay off as much as I had hoped. That’s another reason performing isn’t fun. I just never know quite what to expect from my body. Maybe the answer there is better stress management strategies.

That’s the size of it. I’ll talk about audiobooks and digital humanities in my next post.

Illustration of woman on stage