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.

Support and encouragement are found in the most unlikely places.

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

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.

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

Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America?

For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound.