Day of the Dead in Mexico

A commemoration, yes, and moreso, a journey. We amble in the dark on the Day of the Dead to connect...

Walking behind the Mother

We feel her protection surround us. Not the statue on her platform carried by ten men, but the Mother herself...

Indira’s Jeweled Net

The sky at night with its blanket of stars whispers it unceasingly: There is no unbelonging. In a field of...

Sangha of the Stars

Lying In a country field at midnight I let the light of stars fall onto me for hours, let the...