A few weeks ago I wrote about seeing a picture of a distant relative and how familiar her eyes looked. Yesterday I met another distant relative. My soul reacted the same way. It was as if Soul knew MFM from long ago. As if Soul, and maybe Spirit, knew this woman’s own soul and spirit from long ago.

It got me thinking to spirits, souls, reincarnation. I started to wonder if our Souls are born over and over again in our descendants, to meet each other time and time again as sisters, cousins, mothers and daughters, and everything in between. And could it be that personalities became mismatched? Say, for instance, I am the mother and my mother is the daughter. To me. It would make for a difficult adjustment if I was to learn to follow instead of lead.

The first woman I wrote about, KAW, and I have not met–at least not since we were wee–and yet I could see in her eyes a familiar-ness, a knowing of the person who lies beneath. With MFM, whom I did meet, I felt the same: as if I had looked into her eyes eons ago. As if I had known her love as a sibling.

Whether the other two women felt this connection I have no idea. There is the distinct possibility they would think me odd at the very minimum. But these emotions I *know* within the depths of my being. I have met their souls before. Maybe that is why I think we all look similar. Maybe it’s just a longing for connection.

And maybe it’s all that.