On Its Way
Oh wind in high pines, always on your way, I intend my energies toward what is on its way; Palestine...
Oh wind in high pines, always on your way, I intend my energies toward what is on its way; Palestine...
Highest of them all, white pine, you reach for light, nine stories into sky. But it’s at your base I...
A commemoration, yes, and moreso, a journey. We amble in the dark on the Day of the Dead to connect...
We feel her protection surround us. Not the statue on her platform carried by ten men, but the Mother herself...