The map of our lives are dotted with people and places whom we have visited, sat with, laughed with and loved with. It is the gifts that we have taken from these experiences that define the people who we have become and very often become the boundaries within which we explore our own humanness.

Memories of long ago ride on our shoulders, whispering, weeping, laughing, calling for us to either stay awhile longer or to use it as a raft for conquering new waters.

Every year the beautiful, pink flowers appear, as if by magic, across what seems to be the most barren landscapes, simply to whisper to our souls of hope, survival and strength