I could feel my boots growing heavier and heavier, as if they were becoming the very stones I was climbing up. The moon and stars faintly lit the rocky trail as we approached the summit, weak, weary, and stiff from the cold. I began…
This Sunday our village was full of sounds. Firecrackers marked the beginning of the Hindu New Year according to the Malayam calendar in Kerala. Anxiously awaited by many of the children at our English classes, this “Vishu” Festival carries a very suiting (yet unorthodox)…
Dear Friends, I’ve returned Stateside after a productive summer in Wayanad, India. One major accomplishment is the purchase of 2.7 acres of land, just outside of Prashanthagiri. We are getting ready to renovate the property to accommodate our field fellows and other field volunteers….
The children were giggling and screaming out the names of vegetables, fruits and flowers. It was an intense review game for our weekend English class in the rural community of Wayanad. Jessi, a community member and one of the Spoken English teachers had already…
This past Monday evening, Victoria and I met with a couple of young activists linked to the organizations Wiser Bangalore and Heal the Soil, a local organization that provides seeds and permaculture training to their community. They talked about their experience with local non-…