During the last week of her life I was able to stay with my Grandmother and talk about, well, everything an anything we felt like....as anyone who's had the joy of conversing with Grandma Helen knows.

It made me realize, passing on and exchanging knowledge is one of the best parts of family.

As for me, I believe the 'soul' is as real as the hand is real (more real in fact, than much of what we consider real in 2008). The soul is comprised of ancestors... that is, we are them and they are us.

I believe there is an intertwined effect within groups and species that is self-aware that when combined with other nodes becomes a neural network of divine proportions. Furthermore, the more self-aware a species, the more self -aware the web.

I believe this fabric of effect is as fragile as it is powerful.

My goal is to be defined by the what I have created, the words I have spoken and the effect I have made. I strive to proceed living life as a blessed adventure, filled with occasional strife and immeasurable bliss (and often something in-between). I strive to be awake, humble and selfless... meek, courageous and thoughtful.  I believe the most heartfelt path is usually the most sustainable one.  A brief life of love is better than longevity with hate.

With each stride through these shrouded lands, it is healing I dare conjure... not as a destination, but as my daily church, my constant holy practice.

For every injured Jedi sage we encounter along the way, whose tearful gaze meets ours... each and every time, it is said... shit, welcome home.