“Go the trail” demands the weathered wooden sign. We laugh, amused at the awkward translation of “sigue el camino” while simultaneously finding it to be touchingly poetic and vaguely like a mantra uttered by a mystical mountain sage. Continue reading Go the Trail
I didn’t speak to the woman who died, but our eyes met momentarily and we shared one of those shy smiles you do with a stranger….Neither of us knew that in only a few hours she would die. Continue reading The fragile, butterfly beauty of life
i notice my youth is slowly slipping away… Continue reading the woman we were to become
I am sitting on a balcony in Banos, obstinately with the goal of ‘working’. Instead I will count the sounds happening on the street below me. A world of activity just out of view. High pitched hum of a little Suzuki motorbike Happy Trumpet notes from a salsa song on the radio “Dona Moooni – … Continue reading the sounds of life
I was on a quest, and like any good quest there must be a number of different characters who make up your rag-tag band of fellow travelers. So in this particular moment, I found myself flying down a terribly bumpy highway with my two baby-sitters/minders. The driver was a very large and very beautiful black … Continue reading I was on a quest
the perfect place to escape and find some nature Continue reading Misty crater camping
I work here in Ecuador for a fair trade company. We work with artisans who make handmade jewelry. I think most fair trade companies, we somewhat unconsciously promote the idea that all our artisan partners are just lovely people who are something not unlike charming little elves- whistling while they work- always smiling, and always … Continue reading judge one another as you shall be judged
this is the chapter I am ashamed to read out load. The part of the story I tend to skip over. But even so, I know its there. And now you do too. Continue reading The Chapter I Don’t Read Out Loud
The other morning as I was biking, I suddenly felt the most delicious fall breeze on my face. The kind of breeze the holds the promise of leaves changing colors, apple cider, and the coming of crisp frosty mornings. Except it was April. And I live in Quito, located almost exactly on the equator line, … Continue reading a split heart
Wandering Joy 