A bitter-sweet symphony in Pearl Lagoon

The boat sputters and heaves against the waves. I see the front lift up and then smack down on the surface of the ocean sending a wave of bathtub-warm wáter to where I am sitting in the back of the boat, drenching me instantly. I taste the salt on my lips and hug my bag closerContinue reading “A bitter-sweet symphony in Pearl Lagoon”

Semana Santa in Bluefields

“How much longer?” my dad asks next to me, his voice sounding slightly pained. I look over at him, wondering if he is talking in his sleep or just resting his eyes. He is jammed up against the window of the bus, trying, I suppose, to get some relief from the overwhelming humid heat insideContinue reading “Semana Santa in Bluefields”

The Illusion of Sweaty Armpits

I have been reading lots of books about the self lately. Books from all sides- western medical books on neurology, vedic thought, pschycology, the Bhagavad-Gita, autobiographies of self- transformations and one thing that they all bring up but cannot seem to fathom is the idea of a continuous self. We are in a process ofContinue reading “The Illusion of Sweaty Armpits”