Life is a journey of changes, and Trin and I are about to embark on two big changes: I’m coming out of retirement and we are giving up our nomadic status – at least for a little while. Navigating big changes in life can cause strain on relationships. I believe that there are four key […]
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Seventeen Years Ago The cold night air seemed to reach to the bone and the boy’s entire body shivers. He shifts the cardboard underneath him. It does little to keep the night chill from encompassing him in a city at 8,000 feet above sea level. He watches as his breath, a frozen white mist, dissipates before
THE RED ZONE As we turned the corner into San Jose’s red zone, a woman with her eyes to the sky staggered toward us. She wore years of hardship on her face and a hopelessness to her gait. I’m sure the three older women that we were with could protect us. At least they wanted to.
I am learning more every day that we need a whole lot less than we think we need. I’m also humbled by the overabundance of what we actually have. We met many wonderful people this past week as we worked in the little mountain town of Waslala. REPLACING HOMES OF PLASTIC I’ll never forget
Read about our first week in the refugio here. The Spanish word Solté means let go. In this refuge, you can let go of everything, including the sense of fashion as Trin did. He has his shorts and shirt on inside out. He is spray-painting the dining room chairs black with an air compressor. He’s been
It is 5am. The windows lay wide open allowing a breeze to fill the room with the fragrance of the jungle. It is already light outside but the clouds still hang low in a blanket over the top of the towering trees. The waterfall up the hill from our cabin creates a constant soothing background to
