As I slip on my grandmother’s slippers, I remark at the precision of size. The fit is perfect - a foot passed down through generations. Slipper size isn’t the only attribute handed down to me through our DNA. I look up at the photo of me and my Oma, a few months before she transitioned to another realm. Both smiling from the photo frame, a moment captured by selfies and smartphones. Yet she lived through a different time, one whose history informs today. The traumas of the past continue to haunt us, passed down through genetics and stories, hidden beliefs and patterns, etched into our bodies and onto the lands of our ancestors. To move forward, we must heal our past.
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