This reminds me of when Mom used to roll my sisters and my hair in pink sponge rollers just like this every Saturday night so we'd all have ringlet curls for church in the morning. And this is about the age I became a coffee drinker. Love it.
"In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions: "When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being.