I am different shades of grey. Some parts are highlighted, some are richer in colour and others brighter in shade. Some parts are hidden from plain sight, but it’s in that, that we are delve the most deeply.
So I delve.
Into lifetimes long forgotten, I saw myself as an elderly medicine woman with a grotesque face and a huge wart on my nose. It wasn’t an unkind face, just visually not pretty but the light that emanated was what drew me. I had a basket, full of plants, herbs in a long white robe.
Flashback into a child, I had wild hair, shaggy dress but running around in the fields, carefree, picking flowers and herbs. The backdrop seeing the tops of Indian temples. I have always known India was home once upon a time.
Another exercise, another image.
This time I was dressed in rich silks and beautifully hand sewn traditional Chinese dress, Tang Dynasty. Very wealthy, possibly royalty. Hair in place, gold and jade combs in all the right places. Almost like a geisha. Prim and proper, contrite, reserved but beautiful. That was the way of what was expected of women at the time.
Then there was the most beautiful child running towards me, in a red dress. “Mama mama” she shouts. A servant scoops her up and brings her to me.
In her eyes, I see him again.
Yes, we have been in many lifetimes together.
This time round, we got married.
Wasabi's awakening 