Spirits...not the party variety

There has been a spirit trying to get my attention the past two days.

I don't think there has ever been a time in my life when I didn't believe in "ghosts." I say it that way, because people have varying opinions on what a ghost is. I have debated that myself. As I discovered, along the road of life, that my beliefs were in conflict with each other. How can there be ghosts, if you don't believe in an afterlife? It's all about words. I do not believe in heaven or hell. I do believe there exists, within the human form, something that can continue once the body has ceased. That something is the spirit, or ghosts, I have experienced all my life. This has also led to me to a stronger belief in reincarnation. I do not know why some spirits don't seem to find their way, and linger.

I work in a hospital. Not a place most people would think of being haunted. But if you think of the number of people that die in a hospital, would it be so surprising that spirits linger? I have encountered spirits in the hospital before. I have even been with another person that witnessed that same thing. A spirit passing along a hallway.

The last few days, my work has been interrupted a number of times, by someone stepping up beside me at my desk. You guessed it, when I turn and look, nobody is there. This has not ever happened in this office. I don't know why, in the last two days, this has occurred. Nothing special, or new, going on. Of course, I have no idea what has happened outside of my own little personal space.

So far, nobody has mentioned, noticing me turning to speak to thin air. I haven't mentioned seeing a shadowy form in my peripheral vision. I get enough odd looks. Being visited does not scare me. There have only been a few times, when I have felt discomfort, from a spirit. And fewer still, fear. I do wonder why they visit, why me? Is it something about my makeup that draws them, or something about it, that I sense what others do not? I do not hear them, so if there is a message...I'm not getting it. I can't decide if I am grateful or sad. Being repeatedly approached, I can't help but wonder...why?

Perspective

We have recently enjoyed the bright, full, Snow Moon of February. In case you don't know, full moons are named.

http://www.moonconnection.com/full-moon-names.phtml

I have enjoyed many full moons, but for some reason, this most recent one got me thinking. The moon is always full. It is always whole. We just refer to the part that is brightly visible. Those have names too.

http://www.moonconnection.com/moon_phases.phtml

Yes, I have a slight fascination with the moon. Just one of many things that fascinate me.

And along the same line of thought that the moon is indeed always full, I, in my own mind, answered one of those age old questions...is the glass half empty or half full?

The glass, just like the moon, is full. Half with fluid, half with air.