During my recovery from surgery, I had a past-life reading with a shaman. She shared that prior to this life, I had been in silence for 40 years, and that I was in such resistance coming into this noisy life that my heart stopped beating in the birth canal. As you can imagine, this added new flavor to the inherent need for heart reparation. Is it possible that I was carrying more than this lifetime was dishing out? Could I also be carrying the unresolved rage and resistance of my ancestors? And their love? Could I sit, big-bodied on a flower, on a still lake, in utter ease, while the thundering world is on fire?