"And then I picked up a soft spoken traveling man who turned out to be a gate-keeper shaman... and a poet, turns out. I didn’t know his real name, but his stage name was Cedar Branches, like on a tree, and truthfully, he was a little thin, and a little bent, like a branch himself. He wore a colorfully faded floppy hat and I caught a glimpse of his sweet, crystal blue eyes as they twinkled knowingly, under the brim. They were full of love and compassion and I HAD to know this man so I offered him a ride in my beat up Chevy. I knew this would be no ordinary trip." - Raquel "Three Feathers" Trevino