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

Support and encouragement are found in the most unlikely places.

We travel with the same clan over and over again, from one life to the next, until some ultimate purpose is fulfilled and we no longer need to return.

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.

The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.

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

This thing I am feeling, I’m almost certain, is the closest I’ll ever come to standing somewhere in between truth and reconciliation.