She had always felt an inexplicable pull toward birds. Not birdwatching, not ornithology — something more visceral than that. The sight of geese flying in formation could stop her mid-sentence. She knew it was irrational. She also knew it was real, in the way that irrational things sometimes are more real than the rational explanations … Читать далее

She had been in love with him for four years and devastated by him for three. The relationship had ended badly — with a particular cruelty that she had not seen coming from someone she had trusted completely — and in the years since, she had cycled through the predictable stages of grief without arriving … Читать далее

He called himself Lothar. Not in this life — in another one, several centuries back, when he had been a large man in a cold climate who solved most problems with a blade and did not lose much sleep over it afterward. The man who recalled this under LBL hypnosis was a soft-spoken accountant in … Читать далее

She expected judgment. That was the honest answer, when her therapist asked afterward what she had been bracing for as she moved through the hypnotic state and felt herself approaching what she could only describe as a significant presence. She had lived a complicated life. She had made choices she wasn’t proud of. And somewhere … Читать далее

He had made a choice at thirty-two that he was still living inside at fifty-eight. Not in the way that all choices persist in their consequences — but in the specific, recurring way of a choice that you have never quite been able to make peace with. He had left a marriage. There were children … Читать далее

She had all the pieces. She knew this. In her mid-forties, she could look back at her life and see the elements that were supposed to add up to something: a career she was competent at but not passionate about, a relationship that was warm but somehow incomplete, a persistent creative longing she had been … Читать далее

Some losses are visible: a home, a relationship, a career, a person. You can point to the before and the after. Other losses are harder to locate because what has been lost is not a thing outside yourself but something inside it — the thread back to who you actually are. This kind of loss … Читать далее

The most painful relationships are not always with strangers. They are with the people we love most — the ones we chose, the ones we built a life with, the ones with whom we once felt something that seemed to transcend ordinary feeling. When those relationships break down, the pain has a specific quality that … Читать далее

He had questions. Reasonable ones, he thought. The kind a sensible person asks before lying down in a therapist’s office and allowing themselves to be guided into an altered state in search of previous lives and the space between them. He was not a believer. He was not hostile, exactly — but he was precise, … Читать далее