Stories
Bread and Butter
The simple substance of the body
I grew up in Eastern Europe in the 1980s. I remember a little cooperative bakery located on the side of my little town. A steep staircase led to a place of magic filled with fresh sourdough bread.
Roots and Wings
Discovering Our Inner Self
Mama in the village
Natural wisdom and inner strength
Contentment
Inner peace...
Rebound
A new beginning
War
The unseen echoes of conflict
The New Curtain
The rise of a fallen wall