Sunday morning. I sit at the table finishing coffee and toast. Buddy, just back in from his morning lawn toilette, expectantly watches me for a moment – Is there a chance of butter? Then lies down, content. Mena sits on the owl cushion, taking in the distant horizons – a woman of the wider world now. Front paws curling under and settling into meditation mode. Is this what we may ascend to?
Reincarnation coming up in books, films and conversation these days. I’m considering it for the first time and it’s not, potentially, a matter of coming back to be punished for karmic imbalance – but choosing your next life – to finish journeys with particular souls – to amend wrongdoings yes – but to evolve – to go deeper and to reach higher. Our decision to do all of this – from one incarnation to the next – not the mandate of a higher power. The plot thickens. Good food for thought.
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