If they were the 'first pair of trousers you had ever seen', it indicates that you were probably of a different class and or culture to him, which might be important to the 'story'.
Could be. My first thought was that I had always lived among women in my father's court. I had no brothers, and obviously I had never looked upon my father's breeches either. So, even if that particular article of clothing was not new to me (it didn't really feel new), it was completely different to see it on my husband's person, if you know what I mean.
It is also possible however, that I was of Roman origin - Roman men did not wear breeches (in fact, some say that the romans called the ancient Britons "braccati", because of their habit of wearing trousers). To support this possibility there is also the fact that the word "bracca" is of Roman origin too, although it was later imported into germanic languages. Hmmm.... I have to work on this....
I am reflecting where we would be without the world wide web eh??
Soulfriendly, you are soooo right - in an hour I managed to gather information that would have taken several days to find, before the net was available...
It was important for me to remember this part of that life as a woman who loved her life working for her community. Fortunately I lived in a nice community in England, where I got involved with some local ladies . It was through this connection I got the supports to grow and learn. This memory of being able to grow wiser was the most important part of that memory.
When I first had the memory , I ended up spending too much time what feels now like trying to recreate that wedding day feeling.He also was doing the same thing. We were both stuck in our past. The relationship did not last long.
But the women who I received more love from , have reentered my life in a food buying club . I can see how we have picked up where we left off... and we are feeding each other spiritually and learning.
This is lovely, thanks for sharing! - I can understand what you mean exactly. It is easy to be "fascinated" by a certain part of a memory instead of focusing on the things that may be less impressive, but more important in the long run.
In my case, I don't think that this memory has anything to do with my present husband (but I may be wrong).
My memories of this particular PL seem to be very self centered, in the way that I was almost a spectator of my own life back then. I think I was a very passive person. My life was not very demanding either, everything was easy. I was the single child of some kind of king, who was a very loving and protective father. I married a decent man who loved me (and whom I loved back). I don't think I lived long either, although this is still very blurry.
Come to think of it, I don't remember my mother in that life - or missing my mother either. I must have been quite young when she died. Curiously, after the birth of my child in that life I can remember nothing more. It feels like I am suddenly "not there" anymore. However, it doesn't ring traumatic either.
My present mother is a prominent person in my life, in many ways. Altough I am a grown woman, she still feels the need to guide me (Who can blame her...
). Maybe this time she is around and trying to make up for other times when she might not have been.
On the other hand my father is a bit of an absent person in my life - while on that other life he was nearly everything to me, as if he could shape the world and the things that happened, as if nothing could exist outside his view.
This father I now recognize as Gwydion, who has been with me before in other roles, and that presently has "come back" into my life, in a weird way....
For the time being I am still trying to learn all I can about this life, the circumstances, the motivations behind my actions and feelings.
One thing I have realised so far is that being a woman in those days was very restrictive - it makes many of the things we women take for granted today seem quite important - the little things, like people expecting you to have an opinion on something. Back then, it feels like nothing much was expected of me. In itself, this is a lesson already.
I have some more recollections that I'll post later, to illustrate what I mean.
I have rambled like crazy, I didn't mean to be so lenghty....
Thanks for listening!:thumbsup:
