When the last group of students left, we sat and read the reflections we had them write in the last hours, lazy on the grass, waiting for lunch. Continue reading “Communi-tea: Gap Year Week 39”
After a long break, a little bit of peace for your morning from the Irrawaddy. Continue reading “River Peaces”
It is the full moon, and the clouds glide past overhead, buoyed by winter breeze. Continue reading “Night Lights”
Great thick-knees are distinctly odd birds – a combination of a shoebill stork, a sandpiper, an ostrich, a bustard, with a hint of a brief, scandalous dalliance with a chessboard around the eyes. They move stiffly and slowly through the days, breaking out into short runs if hurried, moving deliberately, as if trying to hold all the different pieces of themself together.
The IUCN lists them as near-threatened due to the rapid disappearance of their riverside habitat. This one appeared on the bank like a ghost, landing silently, staring at us carefully for moments as we drifted away across the river.
We are stumbling down the path, following a circle of flashlit ground; then we stop, and the light goes off, and we stand still in darkness, breathing in the silence, the cool air, the feeling of forest around. Continue reading “Revelations of the Night”