Sometimes, the past doesn’t stay where we left it. It taps softly at the edges of our dreams, whispers through an old song, or appears suddenly in a text from someone we haven’t thought about in years. When the past knocks, it’s rarely convenient, and it’s almost always meaningful.
Lately, I’ve found myself face to face with echoes. Not just people I once knew, but pieces of myself I thought had been folded away for good. Old friends, family dynamics, even spiritual energies I hadn’t felt in years, all circling back as if on cue. At first, I brushed it off. A coincidence here. A random memory there. I don’t think spirit works by accident. And the more I tuned in, the more I realized these weren’t intrusions, they were invitations!
Some ghosts don’t haunt, they guide.
Reconnecting with people from our past can be healing, messy, unexpected, or all three. Sometimes the wounds have scabbed over, and not truly healed. Other times, the time away allowed both souls to grow in ways that now make reconnection feel… divine. It’s not always about rekindling relationships either. Sometimes it’s about closure. Other times, it’s a reminder of who we were, so we can better understand who we’ve become.
And then there are the old spirits. Ancestors. Guides. Past life threads. These don’t always knock the same way. They show up in synchronicities, repeated symbols, feelings of déjà vu. Lately, I’ve felt the presence of energies I haven’t called on in a long time. They arrive not to overwhelm, only to remind: You are held. You are watched over. You are on the right path.
Reconnection requires discernment. Not every knock needs answering. Some doors are better left closed. And others? They lead us back to ourselves.
So when the past knocks, I listen now. I ask: Why now? What’s the lesson here? What have I not yet fully seen?
And if I feel that gentle pull in my chest, that heart-hum of knowing… I open the door.
Because sometimes, what we need most isn’t something new… it’s something we’ve forgotten.
Yard 2 Yield! 