THE FORGOTTEN PEOPLE

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. ... Continue Reading →

HOMES OF PLASTIC

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... Continue Reading →

REFUGIO SOLTE: IN THE JUNGLE

The Spanish word Solté means let go.  In this refuge you can let go of everything, including 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 dodging rain drops to try and get some of the... Continue Reading →

REFUGIO SOLTE: FINDING PARADISE

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... Continue Reading →

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