I don't fully embrace the idea of reincarnation, but I do tend to lean in that direction. Here of late though, the pitch has increased. This all started with the death of my mom and the unexpected passing of our Nanna Gymea 2 days later, an Aboriginal woman that's looked after our family nearly her entire life. While we were getting ready for my mom's memorial service, Nanna Gymea was busy in the kitchen making preparations for our return. She told us that she was feeling a bit tired and was going to have a nap on the daybed in the dinning area and that we should wake her when we were ready to leave. That's when my son discovered she had passed. Right there where she so often napped. There are no words to describe the devastation we all felt. So, fast forward a fortnight, someone's pounding on my brother's door at 3AM. It's the Aboriginal mid-wife who lives down the lane from our place. She was out of breath having run all the way. Very excited, she just kept repeating, "I am needed, I am needed!" Now, my sister-in-law was pregnant, but not due for at least another month and no one had called her. My brother told her that, but she just kept repeating, "I am needed, I am needed!" Ok, so while we're trying to calm her down, my sister-in-law shouts for my brother from their bedroom. He comes back with a blank look on his face saying her water just broke. What could we do? We sent in the mid-wife. A couple hours later she emerges with a beautiful little baby girl. The first girl born to our family for as long as anyone can remember. Prenatal had indicated a boy, however. Any road, minutes later, the phone rings and it's my mother-in-law to say that the wife's cousin in California had also just given birth, 2 months early and also a girl! The Aboriginals in our community wholeheartedly embrace reincarnation and immediately announce that my mom and Nanna Gymea have returned. My mom to my wife's cousin in California and Nanna Gymea to our household. So they all gather in the compound and stay there day and night for over a week singing, dancing and telling dreamtime stories to mark the occasion. Here's the thing. This baby. She's downright spooky. Now, in life, there were people Nanna Gymea was especially fond of, my brother one of them and there were also those she'd sooner avoid. When the folks Nanna Gymea liked come near the baby smiles and laughs. When the folks Nanna Gymea didn't like come near, she cries. She absolutely refuses to sleep in her crib or anywhere else. Just cries and cries, but put her in that daybed, she's fast asleep just like that. Ignores toys as well, but give her something of Nanna Gymea's and she readily accepts it. Then there's the day I flipped my bloody truck. They tell me the baby woke up crying right about the time it happened and didn't stop until I walked in the door. Nanna Gymea always knew when something bad was about to happen. She once told me when I was going to break my leg. Aboriginals are like that. They communicate with the world on a spiritual level difficult to comprehend. I don't know. Is it possible? Could it be? All questions I keep asking myself whenever I'm near my new niece. Thoughts?