I'd always wondered about reincarnation. More specifically, I think I have always believed in reincarnation. Ever since I can remember, I have always loved music from the 60s and 70s. And like that early 21st century hit, I too believe I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care. Similarly, I was always into protesting and peace and loved and all things hippy-esque. Therefore, I believe that I was born sometime in the early 1950s, and grew up somewhere in San Francisco. Protested about Vietnam and freedom of speech, burnt my bra and all that Jazz. Speaking of all that Jazz, I most definately believe that I had a specific lover from New Orleans, who was a spellbinding jazz musician. We had a torrid affair, and a child was produced. This child is probably Corrine Bailey Rae. Anyway, I died quite young actually. And god thought I was such a fiery spirit, he only let me rest a few short years, before I was born again in 1986.


What I had never really thought about however - was what I was doing before that in 1950. I'd never really thought about it until today, after reading the story of Ole (I don't know how to place that accent on top of the e to make it Spanish, but please get the gist). Anyway, the author of Eat,Pray,Love - (Elizabeth Gilbert) gave a lecture about creativity on TED. One part really struck me - the part where she talked about the moors in Spain all those years ago. Back then there existed an ancient tradition among many Moors to have great celebrations that included dancing. When a dancer performed at the highest levels of grace and intensity, for that moment, they were believed to be vessels through which Allah was acting, and the moment allowed the witnesses to see a glimpse of Allah’s power through the artist. So, it was customary for the Moors of Northern Africa centuries ago to exclaim Allah! when a dancer was performing in such an inspired and moving way.


When the Spanish conquered - this was changed to Ole (accent on e). When she finished this sentence, so much made sense to me. I got chills down my spine and other cliche tingles. I felt like I had this backward tunnel vision. It was amazing. Spain. Cordoba. Dancing. I was there. I just know it. It's really hard to describe, but I know one day I'll look back and everything will connect. And I'll read this and think hah! I see why all those things happened. Why did I live in Spain? Why did I study law? why did we move to NZ? I know I'll see it one day, and maybe I'll only get reincarnated three times? x