Here we are again at the endof yet another passage just in timeto reflect and thento begin all over again. Here. We. Are.  https://videopress.com/v/nfJ7Cwuo?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata I sit in my grandmother’s rocking chair, rocking back and forth, to wrangle my rhythm when it threatens to slip away. This rhythm of who I Am is what keeps me alive, breathing in and out, … Continue reading Here. We. Are.