H St Hunt

Learning To Be Free H St Hunt

But I did go back and gathered the story of my childhood from those which stayed behind. I touched the earth, smelled native flowers and listen to our river whisper under my window at night. Finally discovering myself, I stroked every scar on my soul until the pain, ignored for so long, began to fade away. Ten years I dug, excavated my life, my heart, my spirit from the rubble of the past.