While in Cotacachi on the weekend, I was able to participate in a community celebration or feast. It was something put on by the community in which my hostess owned a home, so she was asked to participate. We were the only non indigenous peoples there, she was the only Read more
Since arriving here, I have not left the hostel for more than the day, once spending the night in Quito months ago. Last week however, I was invited to go to a gringo’s house in Cotacachi, leaving Thursday, coming back Monday (yesterday). Not being very comfortable staying in someone else’s Read more
I have been trying to remember what I was like when I was 12 years old. Can you remember? For me I had to think about what grade I was in back then and this helped me remember more about how I was. I would have been in grade 7, Read more
Years ago when travelling through the Slocan Valley in British Columbia, we came across the most beautiful sandy beach on the Kootney River, a place we ended up living very near to (see the story Miracles Do Happen – chapter IV ). During the summer months, this river became “the Read more
Just wanted to share this picture and wish you all a happy Monday and a great week – I thought it might make you smile…..
“Please be stronger than your past….” George Michael from the song Cowboys and Angels. This is a song I have always loved, the words resonating with me on a few levels, but when he says “Please be stronger than your past, the future might still give you a chance”, I Read more
I think one of the most rewarding things we can do is inspire someone else, help them find their passion. When I introduced the idea of beadwork about a month ago to Maria, I really did not expect her to take off with it as she has. Already she has Read more
For the most part, my days are quiet and uneventful. Who I am is not in daily conversation, so when I meet someone who is intentionally told of my heritage, it takes me a bit off guard. This happened yesterday when I met a woman, introduced to me by Maria, Read more
July 15, 2019 Sometimes I can only sit with my mouth hanging open when nature shows itself. Since coming here, I have no trouble understanding why there are those who study the many different species in this great world. Just the insects alone come in an abundance of variety. I Read more
I walked under his silent gaze for months before I was told of his presence. The road I walk or run on is right under his nose, but for me too close to see. It is when you get some distance that this spirits presence shows itself, or perhaps it Read more