I’ve always been the kind of person who wants to understand why.
Why people behave the way they do. Why some animals seem to find their way back to us. Why I’ve felt connected to certain people long after they were gone... or even before I met them.
Why a horse I hadn’t thought about in years would suddenly pop into my head—only for me to find out later that something had happened.
Why a single name in a dusty census record could give me chills.
Why certain stories feel like they’re mine, even if no one ever told them to me.
None of that ever felt strange to me. It just felt... true.
I didn’t read psychology textbooks as a kid, but I read just about everything else. I was a regular at the library and a shameless re-reader of anything I could get my hands on. At home, I tore through Reader’s Digest Condensed Books, which meant I grew up exposed to stories far beyond my age and place.
Later, I got involved in programs like Future Problem Solvers of America and other gifted initiatives that encouraged big-picture thinking—complex questions, imagined futures, patterns and systems. That kind of learning lit something up in me, and honestly, it never really went out. I’ve always followed the threads, even when I didn’t know where they were leading.
Over time, I’ve come to believe that there’s a kind of emotional gravity that pulls us toward certain people, animals, places, and moments. That maybe intuition isn’t magical—it’s just information we haven’t learned to quantify yet. And that the way we love, grieve, remember, and heal might not be entirely individual at all.
This category is where I follow those threads.
Some of the posts here will be rooted in research—quantum entanglement, genetic memory, inherited trauma, resonance theory. Others will be anecdotal: stories about dreams, gut feelings, and those strange moments of knowing that don’t fit into rational boxes.
I won’t pretend to have answers. But I will ask better and better questions.
This isn’t about mysticism or proving anything. It’s about noticing. It’s about honoring the invisible strings—the ones between people, across time, through bloodlines and beyond logic—that have always been there.
Even if we don’t fully understand them yet.
Lately, a few thoughts have been tugging at me:
I don’t know where any of these ideas are going yet. But they’ll probably show up here soon.
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