if you've lived another life before?
Sometimes things happen, or I see something, or I go somewhere and it feels like it's already been a part of me, like I've lived it in another life. It's a sort of nostalgia, but on a different level.
The first time I felt this way was when I visited New Mexico with my family. I was 12 or 13 maybe. I can remember standing on the edge of our campsite, just looking at the dirt and the horizon, and thinking, this is a part of me, this is/was/could be home, I belong here.
The second time I experienced it was in northern Minnesota on the shores of Lake Superior. It was a north woods I had never known, yet known in the very depths of my soul. The wood, the smell, the sound, the air, the sky all tapped in.
What is that?
Similar experiences involve songs. I heard the song 1957 by Milo Greene recently, and I had the eye-popping, stop breathing feeling of whoa, this song speaks to something inside me that I don't know. Now pair it with photos that match the imagery in the song (a bit more north woodsy stuff), and I'm done.
The other song, no images involved but the ones you can create in your own mind, elicits an overwhelming emotional response as well. Edge of Desire by John Mayer struck me instantaneously, the first couple notes hit me and I dissolved in utter disbelief, unable to comprehend the feelings I was experiencing. I still don't know.
What is this?
What part of my soul, my inner being, my mind, am I so unaware of that brings on these moments? Are these remnants of my earliest moments of childhood? Is it in my genes, my blood? Are our souls written for the world and edited by the circumstances in which we grow up?
I love this feeling but it always makes me wonder, am I living correctly!? Should I be pursuing these untapped regions of my soul more purposefully? I don't know.
Sometimes things happen, or I see something, or I go somewhere and it feels like it's already been a part of me, like I've lived it in another life. It's a sort of nostalgia, but on a different level.
The first time I felt this way was when I visited New Mexico with my family. I was 12 or 13 maybe. I can remember standing on the edge of our campsite, just looking at the dirt and the horizon, and thinking, this is a part of me, this is/was/could be home, I belong here.
The second time I experienced it was in northern Minnesota on the shores of Lake Superior. It was a north woods I had never known, yet known in the very depths of my soul. The wood, the smell, the sound, the air, the sky all tapped in.
What is that?
Similar experiences involve songs. I heard the song 1957 by Milo Greene recently, and I had the eye-popping, stop breathing feeling of whoa, this song speaks to something inside me that I don't know. Now pair it with photos that match the imagery in the song (a bit more north woodsy stuff), and I'm done.
The other song, no images involved but the ones you can create in your own mind, elicits an overwhelming emotional response as well. Edge of Desire by John Mayer struck me instantaneously, the first couple notes hit me and I dissolved in utter disbelief, unable to comprehend the feelings I was experiencing. I still don't know.
What is this?
What part of my soul, my inner being, my mind, am I so unaware of that brings on these moments? Are these remnants of my earliest moments of childhood? Is it in my genes, my blood? Are our souls written for the world and edited by the circumstances in which we grow up?
I love this feeling but it always makes me wonder, am I living correctly!? Should I be pursuing these untapped regions of my soul more purposefully? I don't know.
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