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THE WHISPERING PUMPKIN: SECTIONS TWO and THREE

THE WHISPERING PUMPKIN: SECTION TWO

This is Section Two of a Three-Part Story. It will be published using Substack on Wednesday, October 29th which will be our very last issue of our newsletter there.

Pearl and I have overextended ourselves across too many platforms, so we’re gently scaling down and returning to our roots. From now on, we’ll be sharing through MyLifeWithGraciePress.wordpress.com. We are deleting all other websites such as those on Ko-Fi, but if that changes our MyLifeWithGraciePress will have more information!

We’re doing our best to recapture the magic we once felt when we began My Life With Gracie. We may even return to that original name—because that was when things felt so very good for us.

While we can’t go back in time, we can remember and honor those moments. And in doing so, we keep them alive.

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As we return to our roots, we carry your care with us. You’ve helped keep the magic alive—and for that, we are deeply grateful.

With love,
Pearl and John

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The disappearance of Whisper the Pumpkin sent a ripple through the churchyard. John searched the garden, the compost pile, even the wheelbarrow Ernest sometimes sheltered under. Pearl paced the perimeter, her feathers fluffed in alertness. The children whispered among themselves, wondering if the pumpkin had gone to find its voice.

That evening, as the lanterns were lit and the children gathered in costume, a hush fell over the crowd. The procession was about to begin, but something felt odd.

The air was thick with expectation, like a breath held too long. Even the fallen leaves seemed to be hostile against them.

John stepped forward, holding the lantern he had prepared for the Blessing of the Threshold. “Tonight,” he said, “we listen.”

The children followed him in silence, their footsteps soft against the fallen leaves. Pearl walked beside them, her presence grounding the swirl of emotion. They reached the edge of the woods, where the path curved toward the old chapel ruins—a place rarely visited, except in stories.

And there, in the center of the clearing, sat Whisper.

But it was no longer just a pumpkin. It glowed faintly from within—not with candlelight, but with something older. Around it lay six feathers—one from each hen that had been raised from baby chicks by Nate Elliott. Next to it was a small piece of parchment with Elliott’s name written in black ink.

John knelt beside it. “You came here to speak,” he whispered. “We’re ready to listen.”

The wind stirred. The children sat in a circle. Pearl hopped onto a nearby stone to watch and listen better.

Then the whispering began.

It was not frightening. It was not loud. Instead, it was a gentle hum, like the sound of a story being remembered. Each child heard something different. One heard the voice of her grandmother, telling her she was brave. Another heard the sound of his father’s laughter, long missed. A third heard nothing whatsoever, but felt a warmth in his chest that made him cry without knowing why.

John heard Nate’s voice again. “You are becoming,” it said. “Not through duty, but through presence.”

Pearl closed her eyes. She heard nothing, but she felt everything. The pumpkin had become a vessel—not of fear, but of memory. Not of tricks, but of truth.

Then the light inside Whisper dimmed. The children stood. One by one, they placed their hands on the pumpkin and whispered their truths:

“I miss her.”
“I’m scared sometimes.”
“I want to stay.”
“I don’t know how to say goodbye.”
“I love you.”
“I’m still here.”

John placed his hand last. “Thank you,” he said. “For waiting.”

The wind carried the whispers of the children into the trees. John’s lantern flickered. Pearl pecked once at the parchment, then used her beak to tuck it beneath her wing.

They walked back in silence—but it was a sacred silence. The kind that holds space for becoming.

It was a Halloween never to be forgotten.

THE WHISPERING PUMPKIN: SECTION THREE

The next morning, Whisper the Pumpkin was back in the garden. It looked the same—leaning slightly, pale green patch intact—but something had changed. The children no longer passed it by. They sat beside it, told it stories, and left small offerings: a feather, a drawing, something found from nearby or from far away.

John placed a sign beside it: The Whispering Pumpkin: A Place for Listening.

Pearl approved. She added a new ritual to her morning check—one peck lightly delivered to the pumpkin, one glance upward to the sky, and one moment of stillness within.

The festival had come and gone. No one carved Whisper. No one moved it. It remained, season after season, until it softened and returned to the earth. But its story stayed.

John wrote it down—not as a sermon about remembering, but as a tale. He placed it in Pearl’s Drawer of Unspoken Secrets. He titled it The Whispering Pumpkin, and beneath the title, he wrote: Some stories are not told. They are received.

Pearl laid a feather beside the page. Ernest, sensing the moment, sat quietly at the back step.

And in the quiet that followed, John felt something settle. Not obligation. Not resolution. But presence.

The pumpkin had whispered, and they had listened.

And that was enough.

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