The machine revolution! As I read, I remembered my Indian grandmother, who had hair as black as a crow's wings in her 70s, and worked magic with her hands: food, antidotes for flus and ailments. She was a real witch with the bushes. My grandmother laughed a lot. Now I see so many young people bitter, unsatisfied, not knowing how to do anything. We look like machines. We go out of our way trying to achieve what is supposed to make us happy, when happiness is much simpler. Good thing you are writing more often (you are accomplishing one of your goals). Hugs to you
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Yes! So much of the old ways have been lost! My wife's paternal grandmother was Aztec and she was also a healer. She has a lot of stories of her healing friends, neighbors, and family members. Did your grandmother pass any of the skills onto you or your other family members? I feel like times of struggle have a tendency to bring what's truly important back into focus. Most of the younger generations, at least here in America, have no idea what struggle truly is. Thank you! I'm so happy to have more time and headspace to write now. I feel like myself again. Have a wonderful weekend Nancy.