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We Carry Around In Our Heads These Pictures Of What Our Lives Are Supposed To Look Like, Painted By The Brush Of Out Intentions. It's The Great, Deep Secret Of Humanity That In The End None Of Our Lives Look The Way We Thought They Would. As Much As We Wish To Believe Otherwise, Most Of Life Is A Reaction To Circumstances.

To Deny Our Pasts Is To Burn The Bridge We Must Cross To Self-understanding.

The Concept Of Spiritual Healing Was Something I Was Raised With.

. . .and Every Native Has A Story Of Winter – Stories That Usually Begin, You Call This A Storm? And Grow In The Telling Like Battle Tales Shared By Graying War Veterans. It’s A Peculiar Character Flaw To Those Of Us From Cold Climates That We Feel Superior To Those Who Have The Sense To Live Elsewhere.

The Further Along We Get On Our Life Journey The More We Wonder About Those Who Traveled Before Us And Paved The Road.