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.

Come to think of it, maybe God is a He after all, because only a cruel force would create something this beautiful and make it inaccessible to most people

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

Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation.

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

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

This is what I know about my parents. They spent the next several years trying to forget each other, and me.