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 <title>A SEA OF HUMANITY: India, Part I</title>
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 <pubDate>2025-10-08</pubDate>
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Travel changes my world. It broadens my understanding of who and what I am on this planet, along with eight billion other souls who are fellow companions and teachers. I enter other cultures to understand how they&rsquo;ve made sense of this great cosmic journey we&rsquo;re on together. I want to hear about their mythology and spiritual lives; I want to visit, and when possible, sit in their sacred places, and take part in local rituals. Stories of violence, loss and triumph move me, not as ancient history, but as long-ago events that trickle down into daily life.
I come home utterly transformed each time I venture out from the tree-filled safety of my neighborhood. My heart, soul and body are stretched, often painfully so, and fil ... ]]></description>
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 <pubDate>2025-04-10</pubDate>
 <description><![CDATA[&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I&rsquo;d been inside before, but stood outside now, waiting for my partner to emerge with a horde of photographers. I looked back into the narrow, red rock slot canyon. Stepping inside lead into a winding chamber of ever-changing sandstone colors. Water and time had carved it into a sensual, twisting world, steps away from an ordinary desert view. The slow movement of the sun above the sheer canyon walls lit up the narrow passageway in an ever-changing kaleidoscope of pinks, reds and oranges.
I was almost certain I had some good shots. Opening my camera bag, I wiped the front and back of each hand to free them of the red dust particles that stuck to everything. It didn&rsquo;t take much to wreck c ... ]]></description>
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Radiance
I wake up, for no clear reason. Then it hits me: that thermos of water I drank last night is back. Sleep retreats, and in its place is a recognition that I&rsquo;m going to have to get up. I remember now where I am, and it makes this urgent need a complicated mission. I&rsquo;m sleeping solo in a tent on remote Isla Espiritu Santo&mdash;Island of the Holy Spirit&mdash;camped on a narrow beach, in the Sea of Cortez, Mexico. I paddled a kayak here today with others, all women. Stretching awake in my sleeping bag, I sit up, wondering about the route for the task ahead of me. It needs some planning.
We reached our overnighting spot mid-day, paddling in from a small nearby island in this marine archipelago. On our way we glide ... ]]></description>
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