When my daughter Marigold was born we couldn't help but laugh as her pudgy wrinkled face looked genuinely bored by her entrance (or reentrance?!) into this world. We have the funniest photo of my husband Pat holding her in a rocking chair minutes after birth and her face is just... eh. Take it or leave it, returning to this cycle of life and death, here we go again. (Don't worry, she's not bored of life as a two year old LOL!). Immediately we said Goldie had to be an old soul.
But aren't we all old souls? Have we been here before? No one has died and lived to tell about it, so this is the ultimate mystery that no human can truly have an answer for. But I believe in our hearts and souls we innately understand we're divinely created from the Light, even if we're not conscious of it. Call if whatever the heaven you want- God, Goddess, Jesus, Buddha, Krishna, Cosmos, Dark Matter- it's all the living manifestation of that infinite, all loving, abundant, everything. You are it, I am it. We are old souls, pure love expressed on the other side of a dream.