Love her wildly and leave her wild

A hill can be a babysitter, rubbing eucalyptus oil on our belly bruises as the winter chill leaves her abloom. A playful child, cupping the rain off giant leaves, calling to attention our tired gaze. A mother, drawing us closer to the floral stretch-marks of the summer in her womb. Or a prostitute, with parts of her stolen... Continue Reading →

No more Mr. wise guy

After finishing a solo trek in Tada Falls last February, I saw physically-disabled man begging for change at a local tea stop. Govind couldn’t have been older than 45 years. He looked disheveled and desperate. The men at the tea shop seemed to either ignore him or make impolite gestures. I offered to buy him a... Continue Reading →

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