by Shannon It’s early morning and the fog is thick, visibility no greater than 5 meters. Figures emerge out of the mist, silhouettes on bikes, women carrying jugs impossibly balanced on their heads, water buffalo heading out to the grasslands... Continue Reading →
by Mason We were walking on a cobblestone street when I spotted a temple. The temple was covered in red powder and a lot of flowers. When I looked inside there was a statue of a pot-bellied, four-armed, elephant-headed god... Continue Reading →
by Celia Tall, snow-capped mountains rise in the distance. Layers and layers of these peaks, higher than the clouds, higher than everything. Below in an old, river valley lies a giant, sprawling city - cement buildings and small mud huts,... Continue Reading →
by Shannon I don’t quite remember falling, but I remember landing. It was as if I felt the ground solid beneath my feet for the first time A steady sense that what was happening around me was right, resonant, congruent... Continue Reading →
A Voice for the Critically Endangered by Celia The green, camouflage netting sways gently in the breeze. We peek out from under it, our eyes trying to spot the miniature monkey hopping through the dense canopy towards the smashed papayas... Continue Reading →
48 drips per minute. The sugar water fills a bucket, pulled upwards from root storage in mid-winter. A single tap, in an approximately 1/2 inch hole, is one pin-prick in the girth of this ancestor maple. These two that I... Continue Reading →
As aspiring amateur mycophiles, our relationship with fungus is admittedly narrow. We eat them, we try to identify them, we marvel at them, and we deeply respect and revere them as medicine for the mind and body. Yet our knowledge... Continue Reading →
Patiently, methodically, stretching and folding the dough, feeling the texture in my fingers, sticking to my cuticles. It feels right, a bit shaggy and damp, but reasonably formed. Fermented in the pantry for 12 hours, then on the hanging rack... Continue Reading →
Shannon first introduced me to the adage that "a river flows between banks" many years ago. She was describing the need for a clear container in transformational education experiences. But the adage extends beyond the watershed of education and into... Continue Reading →
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