Years ago I went to a woman who read my aura. She told me that, in a former life, I was a nun in a French convent. I had taken a vow of silence, and I spent my days scrubbing floors. She told me that in this life it was my destiny to talk alot and laugh alot and to enjoy life. She said that I had bad knees from all that scrubbing, but that they wouldn't slow me down (she was right).
When I see a movie like I've Loved You So Long I feel a tug back to my former life. I love all things french; wine, cheese, films, books, language, cities and towns. I feel that this is where I really belong. And I long to get back there.
Failing that, there is always America --