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

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

Shakespeare had it right all along: Love will kill you in the end.

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

Women destroy me. I allow them to.

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.

If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground