along those lines, also just watched a documentary on the lives of russian ballerinas... can you see a theme here? so this is generational frustration - my sisters got to be ballerinas when they were little but by the time i was born - thirteen years later (can you say SURPRISE!) the ballet teacher was gone and i was left to learn how to play the piano.um... guess i was a bit privileged growing up.
other past lives that i may have lived:
1. gay Swedish man whose career was as an interior decorator - i was fabulous. i honestly think every black woman was a gay man in her past life and vice versa...
2. Indian royalty - had a dream when i was little. all i could see were my feet, which had these beautiful bangles on them and the hem of my deep-purple and gold-trimmed skirt. i remember watching my feet kicking up the dust and feeling the heat of the air around me.
3. radical protester - i have too much of a mouth on me to not have been shot and killed in another life for it. i'm sure i went out like a g.
can you tell this is a random post? just felt like i needed to add something, as i haven't visited here in a while. you know how it gets - kid, life, career. ish, however wonderfully cathartic, tends to fall to the wayside. sigh.
-t
