Blue Ridge Mountain

In honor to that moment where I dove deep down into the troughs of life and reemerged alive and stronger. 

María

Esta canción me recuerda de mis tardes en Oaxaca caminando hacia el Zócalo. ¡Cómo extraño esas tardes! Daría lo que fuera para vivir en Mexico.

When God is silent

When God is silent,
My whole heart stirs
In confounding motion.

Yet He seems absent,
Distant almost...
As my unanswered prayer stalls in still commotion.

Eli, Eli...Lama Sabactani.