Sometimes I imagine someone. It turns out to be no one. Unless...
I am elemental-celestial, fashioned by the hands of my ancestors from their very own prayers and bones.
I always look down to see the needle enter my arm, so that I can better understand the frailty of life. It stings a little as it goes in, but the pain is worth it.
On transformation - and the space in between all the stops along the way.
Who knew you could learn so much from some plants?
NYC is glorious: the street life, the food, the energy. But Boston is much cheaper and carries much less stress. The dilemma is intense and even spiritual.
Jewish, Muslim, and Christian women basked in 48 hours of meaningful sensations - a phenomenon I pray was captured by the cameras for the world to see.
