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		<title>By: LyndaJean Henzie</title>
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		<description>I feared the dark...and spiders. So I went on a VisionQuest, spending 4 days fasting with no tent or fire; with just a journal in the Vermont wilderness. Throwing myself out in trust that I would be embraced. I was. I met a moose and a black bear. I danced by the lake singing with the loons. I shared my grove of birch trees with a barred owl. I am no longer afraid of the dark or spiders. I also embraced me, my art, my middle-aged menopausal self. That was 5 yrs ago. I feared losing my Dad to the cancer inside of him. I worked with the hospice caregivers; I spent hours and minutes and seconds listening and speaking with him. I was there at the very end of his journey...and I was no longer afraid; I had been given such gifts. That was 2 yrs ago. So, here I am: an artist, a potter, my mom&#039;s caregiver, an empty-nester, a woman almost at the end of menopause...and married to an amazing man. Dare to not fear...fearless @53!</description>
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