Paradise is a state of being, more than just the name of a suburb or a home.

I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth.

Being Latino means being from everywhere, and that is exactly what America is supposed to be about.

Even the juncture in history and the zeitgeist we live in is something we choose, setting the scene for the spiritual fodder we need to grow and achieve deeper elevation of our souls.

Globalization by the way of McDonald’s and KFC has captured the hearts, the minds, and from what I can see through the window, the growing bellies of the folks here.

Women destroy me. I allow them to.

The things that come to us easily, our propensities, are carried on a deep subconscious level into our next life. There are no coincidences.