I do no play a Medium on TV

I have some sensitivity, not a lot, but some. Mostly strong intuition, and have taken some seminars and classes to expand on it but haven't done the exercises to continue to strengthen it.  But every once in a while weird things will pop up.
 Took a trip to Phoenix once, non- paranormal, just a weekend jaunt and took a drive down to Tucson to see some sites.  The desert is all encompassing down there, beautiful and boring, would have liked to have wandered and taken pictures down there more than I did but was not prepped for it.  (The company I was with, was not into such a thing) Anyways there was a spot, just NW of Tucson by about 10 miles well past the Ostrich Farm, where there was a subdivision not to far from the highway there. Prior to the subdivision was a spot of desert, undeveloped and open. Though I could not see with my eyes, in my minds eye there was a visual of a tribe of ghosts on horseback. About 20-25 of them, just pale shadows shimmering in the heat like a mirage.  There was a feeling of pride, power and peace radiating from them.  Don't know if they were active or residual haunting but that is the only place is got that sense of them.

The desert is very spiritual, I can see why so many New Agers travel there. But it is not for me, would enjoy visiting again but no desire to live there. I enjoy my seasons for good or bad.

Cemeteries

I spend time in cemeteries taking pictures.  I enjoying the feeling of connecting with the past as I wander among the stones.  I appreciate work on the headstones and memorials and greatly enjoy taking shots from odd angles to get a different look at them.  I don't really expect to have any ghostly experiences there but maybe "visits".  I have had some odd experiences in some, both in day and night time.

The older the headstone the more interested I am,  I gravitate towards the older part of the cemetery, run my hands gently on the stones. Paying my respects as I ponder potential pictures. It is a very relaxing way to spend some time.  For some may be odd or creepy but alot of the cemeteries are set up like parks.

Once by myself wandering a local cemetery, I was walking along the path when I felt a pinch, like something reached up and got me. Was a very odd sensation and when i looked at the headstone I just passed I had to laugh, was a young soldier who died at the age 19... I guess young men were the same through all the years.

The irony of a lot of this is that my parents are not buried but scattered. Both by their request. Their hearts remained in the state they grew up but was the the same that I did and currently reside in.  As I go thru the old family pictures left behind I often come across pictures taken over the generations of headstones of ancestors who have passed.  I come by this naturally I guess