I did a meditation yesterday that brought me to an interesting time and place. I was talking with a young girl, she was Chinese and she was showing me a blue bowl - that was round like a ball with an opening at the top that went into the center. It was beautifully crafted with delicate designs all around it. I looked down and felt my small bound feet - and saw my own flowing gown. I have recalled this life before but never an aspect that displays the arts of the culture so profoundly. I was a Chinese woman, a governess and I was entering a performance that had dancers with long - and I mean very long ribbons flowing through the air. After the meditation I did a search and found that the Chinese did in fact use very long silk ribbons in dances. The were called Chinese Ribbon Dancers and it dates back way before the time period that I lived during the Ming Dynasty. There were drums playing in the background and the dancers were dressed with very fancy silk clothing. It was the LONG RIBBONS and the flow and beauty of the dance that struck me; they were so eloquent and yet at the same time so powerfully strong was the impact -- visually. If you have never seen a ribbon dancer (which I had not) you can see a young woman dancing with red ribbons in this link. Anyone else struck by the beauty or power of an ancient art form within their past life experiences?