Portia Bear,
Have you ever heard of the term old soul? Or felt like you were born for a different era? I do. I think I'm a reincarnation of the carefree and conflicted 60s. In my playlist, you will never find Pop Songs although I appreciate them truly, but they're not me. On my playlist, you will find a lot of Beatles, Beach Boys, Jimi Hendrix and reincarnated souls like myself such as Sarah McLachlan, Priscilla Ahn, Emiliana Torrini, Norah Jones, Ingrid Michaelson and the like.
The same can be said for my fashion sense. Your Ama once complained I dressed too old for my age. I've always been playing around with your great grandmother's apparel ever since I was old enough to hoard her closet gracefully. Her necklaces are one of the most sentimental things I shall ever have of her. But you see, it's not really the material value I hold on to the most. It's the beautiful feeling that somewhere from beyond, they left a part of themselves behind.
Why am I saying this to you now? It's to lead to an apology really. I'll say my sorry's now for situations in the future when I may consciously or subconsciously try to let you appreciate the wonders of Jimi Hendrix instead of the latest tart, talk you into buying that charming vintage dress instead of that miniskirt or pass on to you a growing obsession for celebrities like Hepburn, Kennedy and Luther King.
It's not to change you, really. It's just that it's the only way I know of leaving a piece of myself behind.
Love,
Old Soul
Postscript: Coincidentally, this entry fell on the day of John Lennon's Birthday. Must be the vibes in the air. Happy Birthday, favorite Beatle!
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