the smell of the linden trees, the generosity of gentle summer breeze, the long, bright evenings. all of it calling out to me, pulling me towards the stream of life. all wants to live, taste, and sense. all wants to be lived and tasted and sensed.   and yet, my…

Some words about The Connector… Already as a two year old child she would draw lines on the floor, connecting the different objects in the room, with four she loved binding things together with thread. Later on, she started making connections between apparently disconnected words, triggering new associations and discovering…