Spiritually Homeless

I do not live where I was meant to, where my ancestors cared for lands, just as the lands cared for them too. I do not live in a place, shaped by creator's hands. I do not live where I was born to, where my parents happened to be, when their love was new. I … Continue reading Spiritually Homeless



There is something beautiful about, being able to sink bare toes into dark soil from which your ancestors sprout, and feel their embedded spirits broil. Something captivates you when you can look above to the same stars that were gazed upon by your kin and you can feel in your soul "this land is ours" … Continue reading Homelands