Broken Boots and Bush Squatting

 Journal Entry Excerpts September 18, 2016 It’s lunch break. The food is delicious. I’m a Yogini; a devotee and the ten living principles (Yamas and Niyamas) – one of which is ‘ahimsa’ which means non-violence – form the foundation of who I am. As such I don’t eat other animals. I’m genuinely grateful of the efforts of our cook, a shy quiet man that loves his beautiful white mule, Katherina, dearly.  The Moroccan culture is meat-centric, for the most part, so I appreciate the adaptations made just for me. My shoe snapped up the last stretch of rocky terrain and…

82 Days

Yesterday I began a journey that I don’t fully understand but know that I need to do.  The trip saw a few different directions in the planning stage. First, I was going to simply go back to east Africa and retrace some steps.  Then it was three months in Europe: food and art in Italy, France and Spain.  But one cannot be in those countries without recognizing the migrant crisis and the deplorable conditions that millions are currently living in.  So I looked into volunteering and meeting people doing their best to help the migrants.  Surprisingly that ended up going…

The Art of Paper Beads

Gulu, Uganda Artisans gather to show me how to make paper beads. Paper bead making is an indigenous craft in the region. Recycled paper. Rolled strips. Beauty results.