Believing in reincarnation makes me happy

There is nothing in this world that fascinates me more than the notion of past lives, the idea that there is an infinite part of us that reincarnates, takes form, time and time again to learn, grow and develop.

This is not a new passion. I grew up in a family that is carefully atheistic – there’s probably nothing out there, but you never know. From as far back as I can remember though, I felt that I was here for a specific reason, that I chose to be here, and that physical death would not be the end of me. Living again and again always made sense to me.

When I was in my teens and early twenties, I pursued this interest, read lots of books, and generally basked in the feeling of being different than the mainstream. I was into the esoteric for the wrong reasons and my interest was easily thwarted.

Under societal pressure to finally become an adult, I gave it all up. Well, except the books. Even though I’ve moved a dozen times, I never had the heart to give up all those fascinating, magical books.

I worked hard to get a degree, start a career, hold down a respectable job. I bought a house, got married and had a baby. And, although I love my life and wouldn’t change it in any way, I ended up still wondering about what else there is, why we are here, if there is a higher purpose to life.

It’s these questions that led me back to the magic I lost when I decided to fit into society. Thinking about them helped me find the courage to start figuring out who I really am. I rediscovered some of my former passions, and started exploring the notion of past lives again. It still makes sense to me and I live every day grateful that I am here to experience the beauty of life and this world.

I try to approach problems as obstacles on my path and take the time to explore the deeper questions I care about. I see lessons in everything, learn all I can, grow every day. And I’m starting to help others discover their own paths, learn their own lessons and overcome their own obstacles.

Linking my life to an eternal soul that reincarnates helps me live a happier, more fulfilling life because the things that happen to me make more sense as part of a bigger picture. And that can’t be a bad thing.

* This post was inspired by Michael Newton’s The Journey of Souls, a book about what happens between lives, based on information obtained through regression therapy. Only recommended for those for whom it feels right, I’m not here to convince anyone of anything!

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What I learned on my summer vacation

1. I don’t hate France. I thought I did, but I don’t. I don’t know where my negative feelings towards France came from but I’m glad they’re gone so I can appreciate the beauty of this country. I absolutely loved our travels through Normandy and Brittany. Especially Normandy and especially Rouen, a city I immediately felt comfortable in. Isn’t the cathedral amazing? Shane thought it was a giant’s castle.

2. My son is an amazing traveller. He’s not even three years old and he’s a better traveller than I am. Much less grumpy on long car journeys and much less bothered by the extreme heat of the French summer. Plus, since we bought the iPad, he’s been a great dinner companion. He knows he can play on it until the food comes and then after he’s done. We’ve actually been able to go out again, woohoo! Isn’t he cute?

3. I like art! Really! All my life I’ve believed that I’m too, I don’t know, unsophisticated, shallow, lacking in something, to enjoy art. And then I watched this TED talk by Tracy Chevalier and gave myself permission to be honest about art and accept that I don’t need to like everything. So I went to look at some Monet paintings, because I always loved his stuff. And I discovered an artist I like just as much – Sisley. I’d never heard of him before, but will now look for a biography or something, I’d love to know more about him. Apparently he lived in one of my favorite places in the world, Wales – this is his painting of the Welsh coast:

Hope you all had a good summer!

Personal growth vs. my need for an iPad

It’s a struggle, oh yes.

Just the other day I was explaining to my parents that I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about our consumer society and about how so many of us don’t actually need anything anymore, except for maybe food. Unless you’re me and you’re a hoarder, in which case you could survive without food shopping, even.

I said that I question every purchase now, to see if I actually need it. (This doesn’t apply to books of course, since everyone knows that books feed the soul and you can’t get by without.)

I said that I can’t believe how far companies will go to get more money out of us, that they bring out these upgraded products so that we feel we have to buy new ones every couple of years.

I said I longed for a simpler time.

And today I went out and bought myself the latest iPad.

Now, I’ve been yearning (yes, yearning) for an iPad since they first came out what feels like a hundred years ago. But they’re so expensive and I don’t really, need one, so…

I had to admit that I don’t need an iPad, but I want one desperately and that’s sometimes ok too. Why do I want one? Because my iPhone is smaller, because they’re so pretty, just because. I want one for no good reason and I used my birthday and Christmas money (from next December) to get one.

It’s probably all kinds of wrong on the personal growth side, but I’m so happy! It’s so beautiful! That kind of beauty can’t be bad, can it?

Now, if there’s an app you can’t live without, tell me about it, please.

😉