My mother was a Bohemian - in the good sense of the word. A searcher. And she investigated various religions.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I don't lead a particularly Bohemian existence. The main criterion for me is not to be judgemental of other people so long as what they do is not harmful or offensive to others.
I guess I was the most unbohemian of all bohemians. My bohemianism consisted of not wanting to get involved with the stupid stuff that I thought people wanted you to get involved with - ... namely America... Dwight Eisenhower, McCarthyism and all those great things.
I was not a collective person or a bohemian; I was an elitist.
I'm a girl from a good family who was very well brought up. One day I turned my back on it all and became a bohemian.
I was somewhat out of place among my classmates; I could not be as bohemian as they were.
I was raised in a heavily Catholic family. Early and consistent encounters with mysticism.
My mother was religious; she was knowledgeable about mythology and scriptures; she could tell the metaphysical nuances and make the story come to life with their deeper significance. The current generation is missing out on this.
My bohemianism consisted of not wanting to get involved with the stupid stuff that I thought people wanted you to get involved with... namely America... Dwight Eisenhower, McCarthyism and all those great things.
My grandfather was a voodoo priest. A lot of my life dealt with spirituality. I can close my eyes and remember where I come from.
Mom was always doing something for somebody. She came from a Czech background, one that made her a devout Catholic and gave her a strong belief in the family.