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.
The truth is usually left for us to hunt and gather independently, if we are so inclined.
This thing I am feeling, I’m almost certain, is the closest I’ll ever come to standing somewhere in between truth and reconciliation.
Support and encouragement are found in the most unlikely places.
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.
I have never bought into the idea that blood is thicker than water. Love and respect are meant to be earned from our children, our spouses, our families, and our friends.
When we illuminate the road back to our ancestors, they have a way of reaching out, of manifesting themselves...sometimes even physically.
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.