Shamans, Genocide, and Hope

We're home. The trip back from Chennai was demanding, taking about 29 hours. Today is a wet, chilly, day. I'm feeling jet lagged. I'm also thoughtful, having had so many conversations with individuals and groups. The conversations continued on the flights home, including with a woman (a dancer, theater artist, and choreographer) from East Timor … Continue reading Shamans, Genocide, and Hope