Growing up a vanilla Methodist, the word sanctuary simply meant that place in church where the minister would drone on and on forever. It’s where I sang in the choir – a mostly social event for me – took communion, and sat on hard benches waiting for the day when I could make my own … More Sanctum
Sometimes the spirit is so bright it must be concealed in a coating of grime to protect it. Or perhaps to protect others. I have seen the truth of this in India. It is threatening, this light. It is not easily understood, only because we seek to understand it. It is meant to be experienced … More Parsing the Light
One of the many gifts of wandering is discovering new things. Food is no exception. I am no survivalist. I am not even a rugged outdoorsperson. But my wandering mojo allows me to find new and interesting things on well worn paths in the Florida woods or crooked and broken up sidewalks in India and … More Four Women, A Rooftop and an Indian Man
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