The places I am from are many. They are the places where my ancestors lived. These places live in my bones and my blood.
I stand on the seashore. The wind blows my hair just like it did when my great grandmother stood there. I feel the sand beneath my feet, molding to my foot just like it did for her.
I climb the rocky hillsides where my great great grandfather worked the soil. I feel his love for the land.
My flower garden grows roses like those of my grandmother.
Hear the quiet of your past. Let it fill you with life.