i’ve always known that, in a past life, i was a cat. i’ve never questioned how i know or why i feel this way; i can’t even remember when this belief began - i just took it in my stride and accepted it.
that said, i never spoke of it and, as a child, past lives were never brought up in conversation. hence, that certain past went relatively unknown to all but me (i had no problem with this, you understand.. because, really, who wants people to look at them like they’re mental?).
a little while ago though, my mother’s two sisters were staying with us and i caught the tail-end of a conversation they were having in the kitchen.
“i was a bird,” said the eldest.
the other murmured her approval or maybe her agreement to this statement and added, “i was a tree.”
despite the nineteen years gone by, i’ve never felt as close to my aunts as i did in that moment. and, as silly as it may all sound to some, it was a beautiful moment of realisation in my life. i can’t quite explain it any better than that.
kerri, x
