Rivers of Orange

“Poppies.  Poppies.  Poppies will put them to sleep.” Poppies surrounded me in the undulating hills.  They dotted the landscape to infinity.  They flowed like rivers of orange through the meadows, turned their ruffled heads in the desert breeze. These were not the...

Land of the Incas – Part Five

The soul is immortal.  This is what the ancient Incas believed.  When a person’s body dies, it’s not the end of their life but a new beginning, a transition from one realm of existence to another in a sort of spiritual journey.  The Incas believed the dead could...

Land of the Incas – Part Four

Last night, I watched an episode of “Anthony Bourdain: Parts Unknown” on CNN.  Mr. Bourdain commented that, “Sometimes you have to leave home to find your home.”  For me, that’s certainly true.  Although I’m still searching for my home, I find pieces of it in the most...