Recently, my supervisor in the garden, Suprya, received word that several local farmers were dumping their cow dung in the village backwaters (which also happens to be the place where the ashram and the villagers get their water from. )…
To pick just one story about the last two weeks would be too hard… so I’ll just let the photos do the talking. At the end of January, Eric and I had to make a visa run to Mexico. Suffice…
Yesterday morning I was woken up by my friend Mark’s alarm at approximately 3:15 AM. Surprisingly this was not on accident, yet a choice. Mark and I, along with 8 other friends, were making the 2 hour trip to go…
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…
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,…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…