This silver temple, a rare gift from a community of silversmiths.  The fine print reads that women are not welcome to enter.  Margaret and Gail pause with rebellious respect knowing that time will change all Read More …

The words of the old Psalter ring through my head as I acknowledge Thanksgiving.  This whole-hearted stuff took years to understand.  The yellow wrapped around the lotus bud speaks of an unfolding offering.  A gift Read More …

On the city wall in Chiang Mai this brick remnant is marked with crosses of no religious significance, but simply a brick mason’s choice. The old wall servers as a driver’s diversion.  The moat surrounding Read More …

In the market all the chives were being sold with roots attached.  Like the iceberg the biggest part of the plant grew below the surface of the garden.  After all these years of using chives Read More …

That boy riding that ox in that farm caught my digital eye.  Those girls in that cart behind that tractor in front of that mound of tires rounded out the scene.  The boy tending the Read More …

In the markets shopping was easy.  Everything was visible, touchable and there was no packaging.  The shredded fresh ginger was both a cooking ingredient and a remedy for a broad range of symptoms.  There traditional Read More …

We arrived at the monastery school just before the second meal of the day.  After the formalities were exchanged and the nuns sat down to eat in silence we were invited to join them in Read More …

Somewhere around the seven hundred plus Stupas the original idea got lost in the grandiosity.  A large Buddhist synod gathered in Mandalay to read the scriptures at a single sitting.  The pages, all 728, were Read More …

The split wall of the unfinished temple, a cursed presence created by a King seeking vain glory.. A stack of bricks torn apart by two earthquakes.  The guardian lions rolled into the grass fields like Read More …