‘I am not what happened to me. I am what I choose to become.’
-C.G. Jung

The hips are like the attic of the body. They are where the body stores all of life’s stories and all the junk from the past. As someone once said ‘and those stories become like dreams~lost in the ether, indistinguishable between fact or fiction, and clinging like cobwebs in the attic…or cellar in this case.’

Photo Credit: Wanda Koch