When Rubbish Makes Me Cry

My tears are close just below the surface of my being hovering in the wings trying to break through what is this hypersensitivity? this pain of being that hovers so near? its triggered by such small things – the child tossing the plastic over the wall the...

Singing a Song of Freedom

There is a story I’ve been told.  Its about a giant who lived on the top of the mountains and was very happy and full of freedom.  The little people in the valley were jealous of him.. and schemed and plotted to find a way to trap him.  One day they had a bright...

The Water Goddess of Our Spring

I was so fortunate today… I met the Goddess of our Spring. After the work time a few of the children and our wonderful teacher Satish Mankar and I headed down to the spring to cool off.  We had been weeding and mulching our fruit trees and were all hot and...

Pane Bohot Ganda Hei

Yes I am learning .. slowly slowy – some Hindi and some Marathi is coming in.  Wishing someone out there would just make a chip I could insert in my left ear and hey presto instant translation! People often ask me .. “what about your day? what is that you...