I would like to extend a hand. There is something quite strange from inside that beckons me to step forward and reach out a hand to you. Something inside drives me, it is as if I were looking down to see a hand reach out of me to meet yours. I call that my old soul. The thing that beckons me is the little old soul in me that scouts, seeks and searches for the far and few little old souls in people like you. It searches high and dry, dragging me, pulling me, demanding left and right until at the turn of the street corner I am jolted to a stop. Only to find myself extending a hand to you, a stranger.

Yet, as if we grew up down the street from each other our entire lives, we pick up a conversation we never knew we left off from. Sharing parts of ourselves we didn’t know we were ready to share and making the assumptions that the stranger staring back at you already knows your deepest thoughts and desires. And do you know why it seems to be so? Well, it’s the reunion of our old souls. It is the little old soul in me rejoicing at the reunion with the little old soul in you. For they have been friends for years on end, the only thing keeping them apart was you and me.

So, we extend a hand to what seems like a stranger rather than and old and true comrade. We sit down for a cup and share our lives and laugh at our numerous commonalities, shaking our heads in disbelief that two near strangers could be so alike, share so much together. I laugh to myself as it reminds me of the tale of the old red spool of thread, the one that connects everyone together. Though it seem that with this new friend we had already been connected, already been tied. It just took us a little longer to follow the bread crumbs, to find the knot.

But here we are, and how thankful am I for new friends that feel like old ones, for pieces in me that delight in pieces of you. Because for you old soul, you make me feel known. You make my words feel heard, my thoughts understood. Because you seem to know me without my telling you, you seem to believe me without any convincing. And I must tell you, if you are ever able to spot a little old soul down the street, I pray that you run to it because there is no friend like a new friend with an old soul. And if you find yourself lucky enough to catch one in your net, you’d be smart to hold onto it real tight, and beg that they won’t leave you. Because these old souls and new friends are those that share the things that are rooted to your very core, they share the pieces of you that you didn’t think could be shared. And how lucky would you be to stumble upon a friend like that? So find your new friends with old souls and hold on tight my dear, for you got pretty darn lucky.