She said in those days, the sky could fall in any moment and break you. Break your body into a million pieces. And not in the way that the Earth will one day slowly return our bodies back to the soil that feeds, but literally shatter like glass. 1-2-3- poooof. And gone. And it was not of the will of the Mother Earth but of the people with big minds and little hearts.

She said that the images were everywhere across the Earth. THe images of darkness and greed, and she said there were days when she cried, and doubt would creep into her trembling heart. Is this the end of our people? she would think.

But her heart had a will. She knew it did. And every day gave her just enough strength for the next, and the next.

She said that for almost everyone then, they had to heal the darkness within their own spirit bodies. Many of them, including Grandmother, were born into bodies to which the milk did not flow, and the corn and the wheat and the sweet, sweet vegetables of the Earth were only half alive.

Like a lion, coming out of its cage for the first time, like when they freed the animals from the zoo, Grandmother said, she and the others had to relearn how to be wild. She said after so many years in a cage, one has to remember, over and over again, how to be free.

We were crying by now in Grandmothers story, because we knew what she said to be true. She said please don't lose the history, because otherwise you will lose a part of me; our legacy. She said yes my loves, I can understand your tears. It is very sad for all those people who died with broken hearts. But remember also my loves, that was then, and this is now.