Category Stories

The Intersection Between Need and Passion

Like many other young Millennials, I have always wanted to do something different and take a path that leads to being a part of something that matters. Being young and naive has led me astray in many different ways, but…

Notes on Marriage and Travel

The running joke from family and friends in the months leading up to our wedding late June was that we would get married in Nashville and run off to a yearlong honeymoon in Guatemala.  Though we came here to work,…

One Month In

I have been in Cape Town for one month now. My back is pressed against my chair as I look through the pictures that I have taken throughout my four weeks here- exhale! I really am in the most beautiful…

Gardening, part 1: black bug invasion

My primary objective in coming to India was to volunteer at the ashram’s ecovillage.  I spent my first two months here working in the ashram’s composting facility.  I’m now in the middle of a two month stint working on “the…

Burning of the Bulls

For foreigners visiting Guatemala, you need to leave the country every six months and get your passport stamped.  For most, that means crossing the Mexican border and coming back the next day.  Over the weekend, Hilary and I made our…

Between 7 and 4

We start school together at 7am every morning. We eat the first of several meals together and proceed to clean the campus grounds as a group. We learn together in the classroom and pass countless hours in various activities. They…

Kao Jai.

Two months ago I began my journey of starting something that matters with a long, tedious trek up switchback mountain roads and down muddy paths to a small, privately owned coffee farm. At that point, I honestly didn’t know what…

Exploration and Exploitation

Since I last posted, I have made my way to Durban, Fish Hoek, and across the Somerset mountains to the small coastal town of Hermanus. I thought residing in Cape Town had given me a sufficient amount of appreciation for…

The privilege of spending time with the dying

These last few weeks I’ve taken on a job in the ashram’s hospital in addition to the work I’ve been doing at the ecovillage.  Every few days I spend the afternoon watching over Archan, a 90 year old man who’s…

On to Kotagiri and back to the ashram

My last day in Bangalore, I had no idea where I’d visit next and no plans.  However, as seems to always happen during travel, something came up at the last second: I was invited to spend a few days in…