by Mason Screech, hoooonk, honk…we are slowly making our way through the bustling streets of Kathmandu in a cramped taxi. The traffic in this city is very extreme. The streets are filled with vendors, motorcycles, people, buses, dogs, trucks and... Continue Reading →
by Tim Situated on the top of the world, let’s imagine the Himalayas to be the Earth’s head. Inside that head is the world’s brain or, more accurately, its mind-body. Cut into this earthly mind-body are countless caves where mystics... Continue Reading →
by Mason For the past couple of weeks, I have been really interested in the 14 eight thousand meter peaks. As we walked up the Rolwaling Valley I was asking my parents to quiz me on their names. So when... Continue Reading →
by Celia Through the mountains, a sleek body A long tail, swishing like leaves in a light breeze White spotted fur like the snow she walks on Blue eyes like a cold winter day and short rounded ears She looks... Continue Reading →
by Shannon Two hours of stairs to make it to her doorstep. The Rolwaling Valley, nestled high along the Tibetan border in east-central Nepal, makes you work to gain entry. She demands you to be embodied and present as you... Continue Reading →
by Shannon My breath always hitches as I make my way to Lal Baba’s little room, now a covered stone porch with make-shift plywood walls. Will he still be alive? Is someone caring for him? Will he remember me? When... Continue Reading →
by Shannon “The trees were bending like tall grass in a storm, lying almost completely on the earth then springing back. Every time I stood, I was thrown down to the ground. Big rocks were rolling down from the mountain.... Continue Reading →
by Mason Walking up stone steps through terraced fields, we make our way to the Kami hamlet. Kamis are a specific group in Nepal that work with metal. They are part of the caste known as the Dalits or untouchables. This means that... Continue Reading →
by Tim “This is our retirement plan.” She’s serious. We’ve just carried baskets full of pots and pans, kitchenware, odds and ends, up into the jungle to a seasonal shelter called a ghote. We carried them in the traditional way, on... Continue Reading →
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