Don’t worry. I’m not going to get all theological on you. For the last few days, I’ve heard everyone talking about today’s date. Yep. The dreaded 666. Though it’s biblically based, a lot of what I’ve heard is superstition, not fact. As I promised, I won’t talk about that, but instead let’s discuss superstition.
You’ve heard baseball players talk about wearing their lucky hat, or a footballer may have his lucky cleats. Then you may have a friend that owns a horseshoe or rabbit’s foot. How often have you avoided stepping on a crack? Or turned the other way when a black cat crosses your path?
Years before my grandmother passed away at the age of 93, we would sit on her front porch swing and talk about her childhood. My favorite was when she recited her memories of first meeting my granddad and the early days of their marriage.
Now you wondering what that had to do with superstition. Well, my grandparents were married on the 13th (I can’t remember the month) in 1913, their first house number was 13 and they had 13 children. She’d said there were several other good incidents of 13, but couldn’t remember them all. At the time, I didn’t understand why she couldn’t remember, but as I age and my kids ask questions, I realize she had a pretty good memory.
After she explained how the number 13 could be something positive, I understood my fear of black cats and stepping on cracks was just plain silly. Am I superstitious?
I don’t think so. To make certain, I checked the definition of superstition. Per the Oxford University Press, Superstition >noun 1 excessively credulous belief in the supernatural. 2 a widely held but irrational belief in supernatural influences, especially as bringing good and bad luck.
If we’re mainly talking about the second definition, then no. I’m not superstitious. I believe your attitude and actions bring you good and bad luck.
Now, if we’re talking about the first definition, then yes. Maybe I’m not exactly credulous or gullible, but I do believe in the supernatural. I won’t go into a long explanation of why, but I had several experiences in my life that taught me there are more in this world than what we can normally see, hear, touch and smell. (I rather not include taste. Yuck.)
Our experiences can become part of a story or influence our writing. Why do you think I enjoy writing paranormal?
If you’re superstitious, go ahead and admit it. Then tell me what is your biggest hang up. If you had a supernatural experience that you wish to share, please feel free. I might even comment with a couple of mine.