Life is funny. That said, this morning I was thinking about the DNA embedded psychic genes, handed down from my Scots-Irish grandmother. She married at fifteen and led a gypsy migrant worker life until life spun on a dime in her sixties - from picking grapes to wealth/security overnight. Granma was a tough survivor and I have to wonder what such a hard life was about? Was it the psychic ability that saw her through? They traveled the dirt roads in a Model T getting work where they could before forsaking the dust bowl for Bakersfield Okie refugee life working in the fields until life happened and she returned to Oklahoma and financial security/wealth. I wish I could have visited and talked with her more. "Granma I love you and hope you are in an easy space", somewhere in time.