At our house in Dent, Ohio, my Dad, erected a swing set on top of the hill at the back of our yard. Everyday, weather permitting, I found myself flying on that swing, a freedom and peace that embraced my heart and soul. I remember having chats, as early as 3 years old, with GOD and my Angels. It was grounding and nurturing to my spirit. Such joy on that swing. My Angels and God, planted seeds of endless possibilities. A sense, that all of my purposes will unfold before me, that my being will just carry on in what ever task I am given, and that peace will be in my world. That same world that also contained, fear and confusion, from my Mom's unstable ability to understand and cope with the tasks laid before her. A wonderful peace that swirled through my hair as I swung. Peace that filled me with positive energy, getting me through my childhood, through my Mom's desperate disposition. In my little heart, I feared her, and I feared for her. There was a pull, always, toward her. A pull that was my purpose, to understand and love her, no matter what. Tears rise up as I write this, because my Mom was over the top so dear to me. Even though I went through stages of anger for her actions, I always find my footing at a true understanding of her emotional being from her childhood journey to any point along her life line. GOD had given me a gift of great Empathy. To read others, to understand others, to connect to other's hearts. Namaste!