In my work I often refer to my ancestors, because that's where our stories begin, where our present begins ... in some decision or some movement that took years before we arrived on this planet. This is a powerful reflection we must keep before us, as we also impact individually and collectively on future generations with our decisions.
The stories began to spin from my spirit when I was a child when I listened to my father talk about our family's movements in the Andes mountains or when my mother shared the mischief of our family carving a life between the hills of New England or the scrabbly rocks by the Atlantic Ocean. These became recipes for life for me and in the palette of which I would then make my own stories, intertwined with my current experiences of life. I charged forward with arms wide-open and to the fullness of this life.
The stories began to spin from my spirit when I was a child when I listened to my father talk about our family's movements in the Andes mountains or when my mother shared the mischief of our family carving a life between the hills of New England or the scrabbly rocks by the Atlantic Ocean. These became recipes for life for me and in the palette of which I would then make my own stories, intertwined with my current experiences of life. I charged forward with arms wide-open and to the fullness of this life.