Yesterday morning my daughter hopped into bed with me, snuggled in tight then asked me what she was in a past life. Me: You believe in past lives? (We had never discussed this.) Marlie: Yeah, I think I was a cat lover. Me: Or a cat. That could be why you like them so much. But you know, time is a human construct. Truly there are no past lives as they’re all happening right now. But it’s easier for our human minds to process linear experiences. Marlie: You were a star. Then an angel. Then a peacock and then human. Probably, a queen. Me: You might be on to something little one. But I definitely wasn’t a queen…
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