What'll I do.......

Before I begin this evening, let me say that I do not believe in reincarnation. I do, however, adhere to a few abstract theological ideas. One of which explains feelings of de ja vu or just "knowing" things about certain historical places or times without ever living or visiting in that era or area. For me, I really resonate with the 1930's and 1940's. As a young girl, I used to be able to hum and finish Big Band songs that I had never heard. The fashion, the cars, the manners, the household furnishings, the kitchen gadgets, everything about that era calls to me. In fact, I am listening to music from the WWII era now.

My abstract theology says that God created all of our souls and we were able to look down from Heaven and see the happenings of the world. I believe that our souls longed to come to earth but, God in his infinite wisdom, predetermined a specific place and time for our birth. Mine happened to be in August of 1979. I believe that our souls cried out to come to earth during the era that we loved most. That, to me, explains the certain affinity people have toward the various historical periods. Please, do not condemn me for my idea. In my mind, it makes perfect sense.

In any case, here are some lyrics that are often trapped inside my head and I find myself humming them a lot. It has nothing to do with my relationship or my feelings toward my husband so please do not read into anything! This particular song is special to me and I really do not know why.

What'll I DO?
Gone is the romance that was so divine.
'Tis broken and cannot be mended.
You must go your way,
And I must go mine.
But now that our love dreams have ended...

What'll I do
When you are far away
And I am blue
What'll I do?

What'll I do?
When I am wond'ring who
Is kissing you
What'll I do?

What'll I do with just a photograph
To tell my troubles to?

When I'm alone
With only dreams of you
That won't come true
What'll I do?

What'll I do with just a photograph
To tell my troubles to?

When I'm alone
With only dreams of you
That won't come true
What'll I do?

Thank you for letting me indulge this evening,
the busy bee