Old Soul

I remember as a little girl, I’d walk around the block stop in the middle, at a house…next door, from where friends, Kenny and Tammy lived. I think it was the Leslie family. All I know is there lived my angel. An old soul, whom I loved dearly. I didn’t even know her name. Yet, to me, she was an angel.

Every chance I’d get I’d stop at her gate, and say, “Hi Grandma” and she would stop whatever it was that she was doing to come down to talk to me. Although, we were basically strangers, she was so sweet that I immediately fell in love with my make believe, Grandma. Our faces lit up whenever we saw one another. I’d stop at her gate to talk, bringing her whatever flower I’d pick before reaching her gate. Which she always graciously accepted. Something old souls understand, is the power of love. It’s the only thing real.

It’s funny how the very young and old somehow knew instinctively, how much our souls needed one another, while the people in between seemed to have forgotten. Grandma and I, were, Old Souls.

Grandma was probably the first person, I recall calling me, an old soul. That’s what elders, call children, who are wise beyond their years. They’d say things like, “Katrina, you have surely been here before.” I fell in love with her Spirit instantly, which was absolutely beautiful to me. As a child, I just wanted love and she gave it, free of charge…And, although she was a stranger, she was my Grandma…whom, I loved dearly. A kindred spirit, just two old souls, chopping it up. It was as if, we recognized one another from another lifetime and were catching up. Old souls.

Each time, I went to my friend’s house or to the store, I’d eagerly stop by, just to say, “Hi.” This elderly woman, with the face of an angel, gave a child, needing love, love daily. Often, I think of my make-believe, Grandma and smile. I wonder if she knew, just how important she was to a little girl, that decided to stop at the gate, of an older woman and just begin to chat. She became my friend, another old soul. Our gap in age didn’t matter, our hearts meshed because we were old souls.

I’m so grateful that my make believe, Grandma never shooed me away. Whenever she couldn’t come outside, she’d talk to me through the screen, in her upstairs window. That was fine with me. I’d yell up, “Hello” to my friend, letting her know she was highly thought of, always. My friend knew by instinct, I needed something she possessed…it was her great big, loving heart, that made room for One more…Me. She gave me an ear and I loved her for it. Old souls recognizing one another, in this lifetime. How amazing?!

If you’re lucky, you’ll encounter an old soul this lifetime…if you do, consider it a gift from the Gods. Please don’t exploit it…you’re to embrace and accept that love given freely, with no strings attached. That’s unconditional love. A gift to you. Nothing earned or manipulated. A Treasure. Old souls, giving love, to whomever needs it…because love is the only thing, real.

Keep shining.

~Triddy Kat💋

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