I've experienced many powerful places in my last 5 years of travels, and I must say, there really is no place like home. America, the place I grew up, never ceases to amaze. The texture of the land is abundant in resource yet lacking in many ways. The medicine is strong and often times, in large doses. Creatives play with such intensity that it is awe inspiring. But, veil is dense here and disconnection is easy when not careful. Seasons come, seasons go, and I see tears tremble shyly hiding his beautiful green eyes. Tentative, maybe, but he also is hearing the song of the Unspoken... Pachamama is calling Her children back, once again.
From the eagle to the condor, counting the blessings, each step of the way.
Only love, Sitara
