There are times in life when we think we’ve been “there”, doing “just that” before…le deja vu …such a strange certainty and such a scary feeling… “am I losing my mind? When have I seen this before? Maybe I’ve dreamt it” comes the brain to the rescue, trying to reassure us that we’ve still got it together…and slowly it all fades off, like a bad dream at dawn.
It happens to all at least once, for some it happens a lot…but what do you do when the deja vu, or maybe it should be called deja done, has to do with a very real past experience? Like a friendship…Once upon a time I had a dear friend. We did everything together, like best friends are supposed to do. My dolls were her dolls, and we drank tea in her mom’s chinese porcelain cups on Saturdays. We knew each other’s thought and a simple look would tell a whole story. A great childhood perfection!
I was recently blessed with a new friendship, a whole lot different than the other, but of a striking resemblance to the one I once thought to be a unique childhood feat. A new dimension to it is obvious now…there is no competition and comparison…and communication is still telepathic, making all around us raise the eyebrow…The surprise is there for us all, but as someone once told me, I’ll just say “thank you!” and not ask myself any questions… except for one…is it possible to have old new friends? Or are they called deja’amis?
