I have been thinking about the phrase I learned from India via the Kaylor family: full of the empty. It was the way the Indian people explained something was empty. Our journey has felt full of the emptying in many ways. From the route across the Bayous of Louisiana, where the setting was more a… Continue Reading →
On the Way
Sitting in a room in El Paso awaiting Texan woman, full of wit and feminist history of Texas. She convinced us there were more than one pocket of liberalism in this o so wide state! She wore a longhorns baseball cap and sunglasses, which prompted the eyes to move toward the cattle silhouette. The cap… Continue Reading →