Heather StewartComment

A Place Not Of This Lifetime

Heather StewartComment
A Place Not Of This Lifetime

I’ve always had a particular fondness for flowers. 

Their shape, scent, colour, texture and depth have a way of evoking a curiosity within me, a longing to learn, to gain knowledge of the blooms, their origin and for quite a few of them, simply, their names.

I never understood why certain flowers or certain scents would draw me in as they do and bring a feeling of outstanding joy and immense comfort - not so much as memories spilled from me but a resonant feeling that I somehow was comforted by them before.

Early in September of 2018, I had an Akashic Records reading with Ashley Wood

One of the stories of my soul that stood out to me so profoundly, was of an incarnation when I owned a general store in Paris, at a time when women didn’t own their own shops. Within this space, I had a collection of florals for sale; vibrant bouquets that I’m told brought peace and joy to those who visited my shop, those who came for loaves of bread and left with armfuls of flowers to brighten their day. A place to connect, to share, to fill a physical need by purchasing items off their shopping lists but also a place to fill an emotional need.

This story resonated with me in a way that I still struggle to find the words to describe. 

I first visited Paris when I was fourteen years old. At the time, I hadn’t wanted to take the vacation to Britain and France, as I’d planned to spend the summer with my friends instead of galavanting about with my family (silly, I know - and goodness, what I wouldn’t give to go back now) however, upon arriving in Paris, something shifted. I felt that same familiarity, not so much that my mind had a memory of my surroundings but that my soul felt as if she were home.

Home, in a place she’d been before - but - not in this lifetime.