Before the written word, there were stories told through song, dance, poems and paintings. The myths of our lives are what connect us to the lives lived before. We stand on the shoulders of others. Some of the lessons they learned are bound into our DNA. Some are bound into images that trigger memories. Some are resurfaced through sounds or smells.

We are not the masters of the universe, but tiny pebbles tumbling along the river bed, carried along by the current, spun around in the eddies, then flushed again by the next freshet. We are not independent, but flow with the community. We reinforce each other. We depend on each other. We are each other. Retelling bears witness to the flow of life through the flow of memories and visions. We are here now. We share.