When you reach a certain age, you begin hearing the stories.
Month: March 2021
Traveling the narrow path, 1,000-foot drop to the left, flower and grass covered rock to the right, I am walking single file in a line of women artists, sister seekers, fellow travelers who have come together for the extraordinary. Glancing furtively at ancient terraces far below, I walk steadily, intentionally placing each foot. Heart racing, palms sweaty, one thing is certain: In this moment, I am fully alive.
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