… I thought it was tomorrow.

Somehow we’d messed it up. Somehow I’d taken the trip downtown and the person I was to meet hadn’t.

What happens now, apart from the obvious rescheduling dance? What happens to my state of mind? And what happens to my experience of the next hour or so? Read the full story

We inadvertently stumbled into paradise in the most unobvious of places.

How could a community experience such joy and simplicity?

How could these people, despite the hardship of owning less than little, continue to focus on that which is truly important in life?

How could a nine year old girl volunteer that nothing on earth could take her away from this place?

How could the fisherman be so certain?

A short film is etched into my imagination. When I get a chance to breath I will make it. I believe it to be the soul of the country shining through.