She arrived at the laundromat exhausted but exhilarated. She was wet and muddy, her work shoes ruined. No one ever did laundry this late, but of course tonight there would be three other people there. She tried not to make eye contact. She hoped they didn't wonder where she had come from. She switched her laundry, sat on her bench and entered the Grove.
The second she arrived they started. Reflections, one after another. Mocking her tripping over the roots. Chastising her for not being able to even light a simple fire. Tearing apart her lack of proper ritual protocols. Bridget listened one at a time. Allowing them to get it all about before asking them, "What is your name?" Each time, the spirit was surprised by the question. Most would just POOF away and leave her alone. Others would share their names with her and then pledge their allegiance to the cause.
One spirit arrived with an entire overview of the night. Bridget was speechless. She knew she was being watched, but the level of detail being shared with her was undeniable, this spirit was there and paying attention. "What is your name?" Bridget asked.
"My name is Rook. You don't me but I know you. I am your witness, your mirror. I have always been with you, as a blackbird, following you around and watching. Remember that time you screamed "See Me" at the top of your lungs in your car? So do I. Remember that time you threw a cigarette butt on the ground in the woods and felt so bad about it you turned around a half mile later to go pick it up? So do I. It's a pleasure to officially meet you. Anytime you want a reflection, just call. I'm always around."
The spirits continued to come until Bridget was tired enough to fall sleep.