My Predilection For Room Corners

I have had a predilection for ceiling room corners ever since I almost died from major surgery and I found myself up there in a corner of the ceiling of the operation recovery room, trying to get out.  I was a bright ectoplasm that glanced at my physical self below, dead on the gurney attended by a distressed nurse, but I had absolutely no interest there.  I only wanted to go up and out to something marvelous.  I wanted to go, go now. But I was blocked by all three walls where the ceiling corner joined and I was soon harshly shunted back down into life.

I have told of my near-death experience in an earlier blog but maybe rewriting it helps me to understand it.

My Predilection For Room Corners In Ceilings

by Annmarie Throckmorton, copyright 20262:50 PM