Sometimes not thinking at all is the best way to think. While vacuuming today, this phrase popped into my head; I put down the vacuum and picked up a pen.
You’re soul-mates, but not life-mates.
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“You’re soul mates.”
“But why?”
The girl stopped and cleared her throat. In a more even tone, she continued, “Why does my heart ache when we’re together? Why do we never have anything to talk about? Why do they ignore me?” The girl snapped her mouth closed and took a breath.
The old woman looked up from her work, taking the time to straighten out her old bones and peer through her fading eyes at the disgruntled mess of a warrior who knelt before of her.
Then, she began.
“Child. Your souls are mates, but one’s soul does not dictate one’s personality, one’s life, one’s interests. Before your lives on this world began, your souls probably danced through the stars together. But after dropping into these meat sacks” — the old woman gestured at her own– “your souls grew into something else, something more.”
The girl’s head dropped into her hands.
The old woman nodded and began the slow, gentle turn back to her desk.
The girl interrupted.
“What am I then to do?” she rasped.
The old woman sighed and halted her movement. “That’s up to you, my dear.”
“You must tell me more.”
The old woman shook her head and leaned back into her wooden rocking chair, sinking into the relief it brought her aching spine.
“What more is there to say? You can try to ignore them, though souls bounded like yours will always yearn for the other. You could try to grow to… better fit as their flesh-mate, earth-mate, world-mate, whatever you want to call it. Or maybe…” The old woman turned her head away from the bowed figure. “Maybe you could somehow awaken their souls as yours has been. Maybe they’d feel the same pull as you, and maybe you’d find a way to make it work. Maybe, maybe that could be enough.”
The girl’s head jerked up and a smile danced across her face. The old woman’s heart twinged, a memory leaking out her eye and down her face, a memory of that same look on her own, much younger face. The old woman wiped away the memory before turning back to the girl.
“I would not put too much hope in any of those. But I can give you one thing to hold onto.”
The girl nodded, pulling her hair back into a new knot.
“When your souls are freed from their flesh prisons, they will likely once again dance through the heavens together. Until then…” The old woman shrugged her now-frail shoulders and leaned forward toward her work once again.
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