The Dance of Life: The Endless Sway Between Joy, Power, and Pain

“Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while, a great wind carries me across the sky.”- Ojibwe saying

We are born, naked, terrified into an indifferent and cold world. As infants, we are helpless. We can’t feed ourselves or bathe ourselves. We depend on our parents for everything — love, warmth, shelter, food. Even before we understand…

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