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.

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.
7 replies on “Ballerina”
Beautiful imagery!
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Thank you so much, Shruba. 🙂 xx
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I don’t know what this makes me feel, but it makes me happy. I guess that it’s good…
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Ha ha ha! Well! Happy is good, so I’d just run with that if I were you! x 🙂
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Of course happy is good! And I am running with it just in a moment!
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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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