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The art of pottery itself can be meditative, maybe it is the effect of the fluid spin of the wheel, or the grounding effect of touching the clay/ earth with our bare hands. We went to the ancient pottery square in Bhaktapur on our last day of xphase to meet the artisans and try our hands on the pottery wheel.
Our fourth day of X-Phase brought us closer to India and deeper into the plains of Nepal as we went to visit Lumbini, the birthplace of Buddha. We arrived later in the afternoon and only had a few hours to walk around, but we were able to visit the Maya Devi Temple and sit in the large lawn under flocks of birds and learn about Buddha’s lifestory and listen to some visitors from China sing prayers towards the setting sun. The true highlight of the day was stopping to get chiya and samosas at a shop on the way. Although… Read More
As we spend our final days together doing transference near Kampot, we have one last collaborative post to share with you. Each of the 10 mini-posts have been written in general response to three questions proposed to us by our instructors: What is......Read More
In Morocco I… In Morocco I lived in the mountains, the desert, and by the sea. I was welcomed into two families who fed me tajine, couscous, tea, and bread. I learned about the history of this country, about colonialism, religion, and......Read More
Powerful, mighty, strong, serene, tranquil, mountains. Throughout this trip I have come to realize the gravity of mountains. They, indeed, have a sort of gravitational pull. Once you start to look at them towering over what seems to be all of......Read More
You really felt like mine Packing me mango slices in a lunchbox Washing dishes side by side after the house grew quiet Teaching me to make sambal With a mortar and pestle and extra spicy chillies I hear the oil sizzling and popping At 4 am The soft......Read More
Weaving keeps finding me on this trip. From the weaving sisters in Luang Prabang, the lady in Kong Lor cave who was weaving table cloths and scarfs from the loom she made herself, to the ladies on Koh K’sach Tonlea island in Cambodia who are......Read More
I am awoken by a symphony; shrieking children, yelling conversations, the thunder of footsteps, chickens screaming… I moan, roll off my mat, and stumble out of my room into the kitchen. I creep outside onto our woven bamboo porch, where I find......Read More
Usually at my home in Portland you wouldn’t find me up before I have to be. I am a huge fan of sleeping in, if there’s an opportunity to sleep in until 10 or 11 am I’ll probably take it. Here in Guatemala though, there’s a lot to do and no......Read More
It seems obvious that self-image (how we perceive our personality, worth, and attractiveness to the outside world) is eternally tied to our literal self-image (how we appear in photos, mirrors, etc.). I was pondering self-image during our 14-day......Read More
Winter has quietly settled into the Kathmandu valley and cold air has begun to sneak in with pealing prayer bells that find their way in through my open window in the morning. The ancient kingdom of Patan wakes up gracefully with freshly prepared......Read More
I’ve been leaving parts of myself behind in Senegal. I left a bra in Mouit. The brand new crocodile earring that disappeared into the sand one night in Dene. I’ve lost endless, endless strands of hair. A lens cap in the mountains of Ibel. A......Read More
After the most abrupt transition possible (from the high dry and cold mountains of Bolivia to the hot wet jungle of Peru), we have now been in Peru for over a week. As much fun as it has been, I am going to leave the telling of our stories here to......Read More
Saya akan selalu ingat Langa di hatiku. I will always remember Langa in my heart. Moments. Drawing butterflies with my eleven-year-old sister, Ayu, then squealing with her as she colored them in. Cackling with Mama Lina at dinner, snorting and dying......Read More
Inspired by two little girls, our Generation Z students have an incredible time doing the most timeless task – bundling and moving hay! Exuberant scenes from the terrace farms under Chokiti, our rural homestay village in the hills West of Everest.