I was in the middle of planting some money tree seeds into the planter boxes upstairs when it suddenly dawned on me that I must have been one of those small town craftsmen or artisans that owned a small and charming store in the middle ages in my past life. See the connection there?–gardening and ancient businessman. 😛 Sometimes, I wish I could understand how my mind works, exactly. 😛
Anyway, I’ve heard people refer to themselves as birds in their past lives one too many times, at least in movies if I’m not mistaken and I’ve always thought that it’s just an expression to emphasize a trait or to make the conversation more interesting. It can’t be something that people actually believe in, then I read this article.
It covered pretty much the basics you need to know on past lives and reincarnation, which I don’t believe in btw, but still undoubtedly sparked this teeny tiny interest in me.
As I delved deeper into the article, I felt amused by the thought that instead of dying, we, as old souls reincarnate into different beings lifetime after lifetime. Our past lives, however, remain deeply rooted in our subconscious therefore we cannot exactly remember who or what we were before. Instead, we are drawn to things that have to do with our supposed past lives, the very reason why we can’t explain why we love going on adventures so much or why some associate themselves with dolphins or maybe why we love certain hobbies.
As for me, I’ve always had the strong affinity towards handmade crafts or artists who create things with their hands or even with lovely stores with all sorts of handmade stuff stored in these nice wooden shelves, especially those small town shops in the medieval times. Picture the little shops in the town of Wall, England in the film/book, Stardust, regardless whether it is a bakeshop, bookstore or even that cobbler shop in an Adam Sandler movie.
I can’t think of an explanation for why I’m so drawn to these old-English shops (not to mention old-English style houses which I would save for another entry) in particular except for this Hindu belief of having lived a different life in the past. It just feels weird as I’ve only seen these things in movies or in tv shows, but I don’t understand why it gives me so much joy and satisfaction just thinking about wooden doors with small glass windows, chimes at the door or perhaps even that old man you see in the shop with a pocket watch or monocle.
What say you?