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#7 Living Slow: Understanding Death as Life
Death is probably the most divine ritual. The sun, often seen as light, is typically viewed with an opposite: darkness, or death. I want to challenge that notion. In Varanasi,
The Answers to Four Questions for New Year 2020
I hold the cup in both hands, my palms lined with little passageways of sweat, of nervousness, of desert warmth and poor circulation. I look at the woman who sits
From a City of Cardamom
A boy holds a shawl out to dry in the wind, and a mama holds her child’s hand to the father’s belly as the three ride by on a motorcycle.
Ayurvedic Lessons on Living, Sharing, and Trusting
“I’ve got amoebas.” The first time I found out that the little parasitic creatures had invaded my intestines, I was in Cuenca, Ecuador, where I lived for two years. “Don’t
Laughing with Old Folks
The first time I saw them, they were yelling to the sky: “Hey Hey, Ho Ho!” They walked in a circle, hands high, hands low. “Hey Hey! Ho Ho!” A
