By Stephanie K. Hopkins
Do you believe in past lives?
I’ve never given it much serious thought, though I’ve entertained the idea. Recently, however, someone who does believe told me, “You have a lot of people from past lives who found you in this one—an unusual amount.”
In an age of skepticism, it seems important to stretch our capacity for belief, lest our minds atrophy from the practice of seeing only what’s in front of us or what can’t be.
So I’ve been sitting with possibility, asking myself: What would it be like if what this person told me was true?
What if, when we look into a loved one’s eyes, feel that inexplicable familiarity, and say, “Haven’t I known you before?” and the reply is “Yes,”—What if it’s true?
What if my Boo and I will continue to find and protect each other—not just in this life but in many?
What if love at first sight is actually the recognition of someone we have loved before?
And what if, when we feel surrounded by love, we really are—if past loves find their way into our current lives to be near us, even if we don’t built a life together this time around?
From this momentary place of possibility, I feel a kind of strange faith—in a bigger unfolding, but also in free will—that we continue to seek our loved ones out, and they us, within a spatial and temporal geography so much bigger than us we can’t even see it.
That we might be part of a community that spans not only space but time—the great unknown filled with safe harbors, little docks awaiting our return.
And love— so powerful a force that it compels us across centuries to find each other again and again.
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