'We are in the world the way we are'...
Giastin told her mother.
In the description of the dry trees, apparently dead...
Giastin is strongly autobiographical:
despite her illness, the deformities of her body, she remains in the humility of welcoming and experiencing herself the way she is, without pretension or expectation of physical healing, her soul feeding itself with God.
Her physical limits, like any person's limits...
are no barrier to living fúlly.
Because all you need to be happy...
comes from above.
Shortly before her death, in 2004, she wrote:
'No one is a prisoner of his limits...
as his mind is free to fly.'
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