Spirituality

“They Are a Ghost” — Advent Ghosts 2023

/ Elizabeth Gaucher / 7 Comments

At the end what does it all mean,

learning that what they call grief

Is simply, or not so simply, fear;

that building a story against terror is the last almost impossible thing you can try;

that God Themself is a Holy Ghost.

Do you believe?

And I say,

I believe God is a Ghost.

I believe that Ghost is also

Earth’s memory of love and life,

Earth’s reckoning with loss,

Earth’s pain over wrongdoing and betrayal.

That this Ghost walks in our presence,

Sits by our side, rests Their arm over us in fitful dreams.

At Advent.

And always.

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This is an exactly 100-word flash fiction piece for a tradition of writing ghost stories on Christmas Eve. We acknowledge a sinful and hopeless world, and welcome the dawn in full awareness that Christmas day brings us light.

Advent Ghosts 100 Word Storytelling is put on by Loren Eaton at I Saw Lightning Fall. Read the 2023 stories now, with some new stories appearing through December 22. There is still time to submit your story. Unintentionally, I wrote this story as part 3 of a trilogy: Presence; Midnight, Christian; and They Are a Ghost.

Search tag “Advent Ghosts” to read all of my 100-word stories for this project over the years on Esse Diem. Then join us!

UPDATE: My 100-Word Story links:

2011 The Escape
2012  For Later and Unwanted
2013 Vacancy
2014 The Last
2016 It's Not Mama
2018 Rattle
2019 Slide
2020 Listen
2021 Presence
2022 Midnight, Christian
2023 They Are a Ghost

Death and The Sun

/ Elizabeth Gaucher / 1 Comment

Today is technically the darkest day of the year, but it doesn’t feel like that to me. The sun is bright where I am, if still going down a bit earlier than I would like.

In a way, it feels like the sun is reflecting my existence. Both of my parents died last week within 18 hours of each other, and it’s not their passing out of this world that is the premature darkness, in fact not at all. They had long, rich, interesting, passionate lives. Their pictures are in the encyclopedia of cliched meme-y wisdom about used-up bodies skidding in.

It’s more that it’s done. After a long while it’s done. They are dead, their bodies are used up and gone.

There is so much more to say, about who they were beyond their bodies. They were never into whatever this culture thinks bodies should be. And they were so far beyond what anyone ever talks about in terms of what we can be.

I know my family means nothing in terms of the world.

But we might trigger conversations.

More soon!