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Ballerina

I was a ballerina in a past life.

Of course, I can’t be certain.

But as I look in the mirror,

lift my arms, tilt my neck—

I know this place,

this grace.

And sometimes I wonder why.

person wearing ballet shoes
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By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

7 replies on “Ballerina”

Time and space are fluid, or so science fiction has me believing they are. We are and we were and we will be all exist at once. It’s a curious experience to feel a certain way and wonder why it feels so familiar, so right, but I like to think it’s the world saying we simply are and this is what makes us beautiful.

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Yes, I so love that idea! That idea of other dimensions still containing all lives that we’ve ever lived, right now. I think I just feel so grateful that I’ve got this new connection with my body that I’ve never had before. It feels so much more alive and open and lovely- there’s no other way to put it. Ha ha ha. So whatever it is…I’m grateful for the feeling of familiarity and the feeling of newness. ☺️

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