Thank you Shiloh for this intriguing chapter. I love the last line that follows the preponderance over to what extent the idea that we choose our parents has merit. An I idea that has troubled me, but your conclusion here, “As a soul whoever I am, I couldn’t resist those ingredients” raises two questions for me, “What were the ingredients that I couldn’t resist when I was conceived by mother and father? What was it that I flew in on?” I open to exploring these ideas.
I love this. I love the idea of how you could not resist such magic. I have never even thought about my conception story. I assume it was similar without the cowboy glam. I was not planned and arrived, I am sure, during a night of drunken debauchery, lol.
Thank you Shiloh for this intriguing chapter. I love the last line that follows the preponderance over to what extent the idea that we choose our parents has merit. An I idea that has troubled me, but your conclusion here, “As a soul whoever I am, I couldn’t resist those ingredients” raises two questions for me, “What were the ingredients that I couldn’t resist when I was conceived by mother and father? What was it that I flew in on?” I open to exploring these ideas.
I love this. I love the idea of how you could not resist such magic. I have never even thought about my conception story. I assume it was similar without the cowboy glam. I was not planned and arrived, I am sure, during a night of drunken debauchery, lol.
I wonder how many of us arrived as such...