Beschreibung
. . . . A journey. Drop from the head into the heart. Breathe deeply, vibrate your cells. Move joyously, cry if you must, laugh loudly. Surrender to life, to what is, to the present moment, now. A journey. From grandmother to granddaughter. From you to me. Finding myself only to realize that I was never lost in the first place. I had only forgotten. So, I choose to remember. It is the fiercest thing I can do. . . . .
