Last fall Mike & I drove up to Door County for a weekend getaway. We love to visit the peninsula and for me personally I feel a deep connection as this is the area that my father's ancestors settled in when they arrived in America from Belgium.
So on our weekend getaway as the day grew weary and the sun sank lower into the horizon we found ourselves driving down a long rough road that, at the entrance, had promised a "scenic view". We had not before on our many trips to the peninsula encountered this particular road, definitely off the beaten path, and our curiosity nudged us forward.
As we traversed this road it became more & more tedious to pass and I started feeling a sense of foreboding, of impending danger. I expressed my anxiety & Mike pointed out that we could at this point only go forward as there was no sure way to turn around without getting stuck and so we forged ahead.
Suddenly the road opened to a clearing. The road circled here allowing for a way to turn around and head out. Mike stopped the car, against my protests as my sense of fear/anxiety had only increased as we entered the clearing. I truly felt a threatening presence.
Mike convinced me to get out of the car and follow him to the edge of the clearing where the view truly was scenic and so I relented.
Even gazing upon the magnificent landscape I could feel the hairs on my arms rising and there was a chill in the air not born of the season.
I started back towards the van and begged Mike to follow me. I told him we needed to leave NOW. He insisted on taking my picture before we went.
After which we got back into the van and to my relief we headed back to the main road. As we drove away the feeling of foreboding started to subside and I started to feel a little silly for such unwarranted fears amidst such natural beauty.
Until I looked at the picture in the camera. There it was, clear as light itself. A spirit orb between the photographer and the photographed. I have encountered spirit
orbs before in places like Crown King, Arizona - an abandoned mining (ghost) town.The question that keeps coming back to me is this; what is this orb from? Is it the spirit orb of a long passed Native American? Is it the orb of a victim of a crime? Might there be human remains somewhere in this clearing? This clearing that gave me such a feeling of terror. I have always been very intuitive and I can't help but wonder if another visit down this road might be necessary.
Nudging me still, I keep coming back to this photo.
Here I feel a sense of unfinished business. A responsibility passed to me where it sits idling in restless anticipation.
