The last time I wore a Peasant Dress.....
I drove a VW red bug
I spent most of my time barefoot
I wore no bra but it did not matter
I had many dreams but had no idea how to achieve them
I felt comfortable as a Peasant
The last time I wore a Peasant Dress...
My father was still alive and I felt that he would always protect me
The words I spoke were usually the words I thought people wanted to hear
The man I married was hitting me but I believed him when he told me it was my fault
I knew that I was comfortable in my Peasant dress but I did not know much about the woman I was inside that dress
It seems that I have lived many lifetimes since I wore that Peasant Dress, a challenging and interesting life has given me many stories to tell, not all of them happy but all of them had one thing in common I learned from each moment from each blow from each unexpected joy.
The girl in the Peasant Dress....
Found her voice and speaks her own mind
She is a good listener because she has learned that everyone has a story to tell and it is worth hearing
She cannot go without a bra but it does not matter because her breasts have nurtured the 3 most precious gifts in her life so she honors their worth
Her father still protects her but it is from a place she cannot yet reach..but once in a while he visits her in her dreams and tells her that he is still there for her...and she believes he is
She raised her children and finally walked away from the marriage that never was, the love that never manifested itself, the man that wanted to posess her life instead of sharing it.
Yes I have outgrown that Peasant dress in many ways but I still feel comfortable as a Peasant, someone who works hard for everything she has and enjoys the simple things in life that make it worthwhile.
