"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
Anaïs Nin
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
What’s one talent/ability you wish you had?
wish I could dance, just like the old Sedna the day before she died...the old Saame...she took her magic drum, stood up and started dancing...and suddenly she was twenty...the younger women then realized they didn't have to fear old -age...
wish I could dance, just like the old Sedna the day before she died...the old Saame...she took her magic drum, stood up and started dancing...and suddenly she was twenty...the younger women then realized they didn't have to fear old -age...
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