What I know to be true

When I glance over my forty-two years of life, I see how I have never had many friends, but that I have always had at least one, one who saw me, and loved me deeply. I will never be one with many friends. I travel mostly alone, and not that I do not desire to be close to another, but that I am from another … Continue reading What I know to be true

A snapshot of my life in reflection

Each day I become clearer and clearer. Mexico is a gift in that way. I don’t think I’ve ever been this clear before, even as I’ve enjoyed a depth of clarity. Here, in this time and this place, I see differently. Snapshots of truth flash across my mind like fireworks. They come with sound and magic—the eye can’t help but see; the ear can’t help … Continue reading A snapshot of my life in reflection