"I am a curious spirit child,
Who fell to earth through a crack of lightening,
But God so kind and merciful sent old souls to guide me home."
When I emerge from the subway, lost in NYC, old souls turn their faces toward me ask, "Where are you going?" They give me directions, sometimes a smile or a flash of laughter.
That time we ran out of gas miles and miles from nowhere in eastern Montana, an old soul in a pick-up truck with a gas tank in the bed stopped . He filled us up, refused our $20-bill and said, "Help someone else some day." He called it, "The Great Montana Payback."
Aunt Maryann reads what I write and reflects wisdom back to me. Todd's mom, Marylin, sends me emails describing lemon cucumbers, quilts and victories in Pinochle. Maryann and Marilyn are twins, my familial old souls and their words keep me connected to the blood of my children, the future and hope of us all.
New friendships blossom on the digital screen. Old souls reaching out to one another, sharing words, stories, perspectives, new worlds. In a single day I can visit multiple countries and chat with kindred spirits in Colorado, Florida, Canada.
Old friendships arrive in a letter, a text, a phone call. Old souls that have known my steps, my longer or shorter hair, my babies, my joys, my struggles. We laugh in each other's ears and poke on FB.
Join host blogger, abitosunshine, on this Fantabulous Friday as she celebrates a group of official Squidoo Contributors, some of the new old souls, mentors and encouragers, that I have met along the writing path.
Think about the old souls in your everyday life and rejoice!