Chapter 1: Richard and Millaray

Once upon a feather, there lived a young girl named Millaray. She liked to go by Milly because it sounded pretty, and Millaray was named after the golden flowers she was given when she was born. Her uncle picked them himself. She was given everything she ever wanted before she wanted it by everyone and everything in her life. To Milly, everything was a gift, and this made her feel appreciated, happy, and fulfilled. She had a knack for appreciating the pretty in the world. The young girl had colorful rock beads on her pretty, self-crafted bracelet. She wore a golden eagle’s feather in her long, pretty hair. She loved to sing her favorite pretty song while she collected her favorite rocks to bring back to her uncle. He would instruct her to go wash her little face and tell her to come right back to hear a pretty story. The story was always the best part of her day. It was a gift as was everything else in her eyes. Those are just a few of the things that Millaray received without ever asking for them.

Millaray’s father was a wise man of the Mapuche natives. The Mapuche are a civilization in Southern Chile whose lands are slowly being claimed by their own government due to overwhelming debt problems. The name of Millaray’s father was Maiten, which means tree in his language. Maiten was well renowned as a leader with a strong moral compass within his tribe, but he fell under serious criticism when he sought to resolve their own debt struggles in their community. His village was extremely poor; people were starving for resources, money, and work. As the Leader of his community, Maiten resorted to mining the precious metals from his reservation at the advice of a lifelong friend. This was an act of desperation to fund his villagers’ needs and service his community’s debts. He always felt like they needed more than they had, but everyone else felt the wealth of his incredible wisdom is all they have ever really needed. They trusted him because of his great history of leadership. He’s been guiding this village since he was only 20 years old, and that was 20 years before the story of Rich and Milly. After all they went through, they strongly believed in Maiten’s judgment.

Welcome To My Words.


These are my Words to provoke your Thoughts. They are, to me, my attempts to describe my interpretations of my experiences in this world and reality. They are, to you, whatever you choose to interpret them to be. When I find truth in my life, I call it a “Word,” and I write it out. A Word is something that rings true to me. A foundation that I can rely on and build a strong faith on top of. It’s a belief, and sometimes it’s a simple thought with no structure. I want this space to be a place for those with thoughts on my thoughts to share.

Please keep in mind that your mind is reading mine. I hope that turns out to be a good and constructive thing. I hope it inspires further thoughts! I aspire to inspire before I expire. Although, I understand that you might hate what I’m saying or how I say it. This isn’t a place for hate; it’s a place for understanding. Your mind might mind my mindings. If you find your mind hating mine, then you might be interested in an upcoming article titled “Your Problem, Not Mine.”

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I hope that this platform is of use to someone else. Words are meant to be shared. They are how we make connections, strong communication, and ultimately happiness. Please feel free to share any of your own truths that you observe; I’d love to read them and understand them. Thanks for stopping in, and check out the other articles under “Words for Thoughts.”