Essays
I have always had a fascination with symbols. As a child growing up Roman Catholic, I was captivated by the mysticism of the trinity, and the cross was the first of many symbols to be etched on my heart, and stored in my consciousness.
I’ll be one of your bright beacons there to show the way…As I wrote the words a feeling of completion washed over me like a wondrous wave of peace and power that only truth can bring. In the front yard, the yellow poui, attebeya the maiden in her yellow dress someone remarked, shimmered and sparkled against a clear cerulean sky.
