ecuador | the amazon

There’s a fork where the rio Napo and the rio Arajuno meet and their waters converge; warm lowland water meets the icy flow from the Andes. As we glide over the spot in our thin motored canoe, I trail my fingers in the water to feel the change. Nature astounds me. My Amazon trip is…

what is home ?

Where and/or what and/or who and/or how is home? Four years since leaving ‘home’, the concept is still digesting. I feel like I’ve swallowed it and it’s just hanging around inside me, changing its mind daily about how it wants to make me feel, squirming then sleeping like a cat. Home has acquired a different meaning every time I’ve…

what we’re searching for

  Some time in the chilly blur of January it dawned on me that I was unfulfilled. Not unhappy, but unfulfilled. It probably happened when I had to catch a tube. I was probably running late, which is the only good reason to catch the tube, and someone was probably running later, pushing and grunting. It…