Dear World,

"I do not live here in the confusion of ready made fire - quick wings mounted on rubber wheels. I do not live here confined by rectangular shapes and lines, dividing me from people i used to know. I do not live here behind a door, closing out tomorro's sun, allowing only disorder in. I do not live here where I am known - looking out a window covered to keep me blind to other mens' despair. I do not live here where I am known - as an address without a home, and a name which has no person living inside." - (anonymous Hopi woman)
I begin this blog today, to come out of my shell of questions and reach out toward the world's edges--outside of my country, outside of the lies, outside of war--into the places I do not know and must learn about if I am going to survive--