I’ve said many times I have no knowledge of any past life. I believe in them. I have no doubt my husband has been ’round before but I’ve never seriously thought I was an old soul or anything. In fact, I’m positively childish.
But then a few years ago, I got a book of poems I am pretty sure my husband wrote in one of his past lives. There was a poem about a woman in there…they did not marry and he was quite pissed at her. He curses her in the poem and it reminds be of our separation when we were teenagers.
When we separated, my husband wrote a poem about me, in which he cursed me. But what really got my attention in the book of poems, is the woman in question and I have the same name. So that’s weird. But I am definitely a doubting person. This is just not enough to convince me…
But now I’ve moved. I’m completely alone in his huge house with land to take care of, a garden to mind, fruit trees and what not. I’ve got to meet the neighbors, figure out what kind of critter just bit me and basically find my way in a culture that’s foreign to me.
Well…I’m doing it. And I’m doing it pretty well. But what prompted me to write this is those pears I canned.
Someone suggested I was “going back” to canning, like I grew up canning or something. I did not. I taught myself to can about four years ago. I was terrified. In fact, I think I bought a pressure canner and let it sit for a year before I got my nerve up. So I have three years of experience, but really only two. Because last year I didn’t can anything. We were getting ready to move.
So I decided to can the pears on a tree we have, though I was told by the owner of the house the pears were no good. I tried to take her at her word but they sure looked good to me…so I canned them. Two days later, I canned some more and this is when it hit me.
It hit me, I knew how to do this because I’ve done it before. I have never made jam in my life, yet I have…
I remember when I was a kid, I tried to make cactus jelly. It didn’t work out at all, I think I may have been six or seven. But anyway, it’s the peeling of the pear that’s so familiar. This morning I peeled about 100 of them, singing, “Ave Maria”, if you can believe that. At four in the morning, no less! I mean I sang it non-stop, with gusto.
What’s this got to do with the Internet age, hmm?
I don’t wish to be a weirdo. And I don’t know what your canned pears look like but I don’t worry about a little peel being left on here or there. Why, I don’t know. But they sure look familiar.
Do you think you’ve had a past life?