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MY STORY BEGINS BEFORE  I WAS BORN:

"It was wartime in Germany. Hitler’s soldiers had marched into Austria, invaded Czechoslovakia, France, Belgium, Holland, Norway, Poland and Russia, as well as fighting battles in Africa. Hitler’s madness—and that of the people believing in the Führer—had set our world on fire.
I was born in the middle of that terrible war. I first saw the light August 23, 1942—the same day the German Sixth Army reached the outskirts of Stalingrad. It was a dark time, the beginning of the end for the Third Reich.
Those very early years of my life have affected my psyche. Memories pushed into the unconscious are deeply buried in my soul, forever seeking peace and light. My earliest conscious memories are of fire and ruins for a playground.
Today, more than seven decades later, in New Mexico, I sit in the sun outside my house overlooking the Pecos River, a silver bracelet rushing to the ocean, ever-moving, ever-changing, always new. The river has been my teacher for many years now: nothing stays the same. Water knows no scars. It goes around obstacles, goes around the rocks in its path, without pain— maybe a little whitewater, but then it flows on to the ocean. The path is the destiny. I have encountered many rocks in my path. While going around them might have been wiser, often that was not my best choice. I have wasted much energy fighting obstacles, climbing up and down mountains—emotional and real ones—while growing my wings. At times I was the mountain myself, standing in my own way, holding on to learned patterns and traditional roles that did not serve me. My intention became clearer as I grew into adulthood: to follow my bliss, "