I have a strange love for leaving places. I love the nostalgia. I love the feeling of starting new things and the feeling that the world is bigger than I can imagine. I even have special music that I listen to when I’m getting everything ready to go. Last night, Van Morrison sang “Into The Mystic” from a portable speaker as I stuffed the last shirts into my backpack and searched the instructor flat for anything I might have forgotten. When all my things were packed though, something was still unfinished though. I needed to say goodbye. Not goodbye to Continue reading >>
April 10, 2015
What is Banaras?
March 17, 2015
I have lived in Banaras for five weeks, and I need to ask: what is this place?
It’s the simple idea that spirituality is something you can pin down, and that you might find it in an ancient city in India.
It’s watching the tainted and holy Ganges river flow by and trying to comprehend that 600 million people, eight percent of the humans on earth live on the Ganga Plains.
It’s seeing hundreds of carefully constructed goddesses made of straw and six feet tall all waiting to be burned once they dry out from being dumped in the river eight weeks ago during the Saraswati festival.
It’s the goats wearing sweaters Continue reading >>
Father Francis and Caste
February 25, 2015
Father Francis grows more impassioned as each sentence brings him towards the end of his speech. “This isn’t a garden, it’s a fight for freedom!” He catches his breath after the declaration, keeping one arm held aloft for emphasis. His audience, eighteen Swedish college students, barrage the 79-year-old man with questions Continue reading >>