This summer I saw Hopi Native Americans dance for rain beneath a cloudless sky. Within moments of their long dance finishing, the rain answered, and not only over their lands: it quenched a huge wildfire north of Durango, Colorado, from where I had ridden two days earlier. Their richly-costumed, deeply symbolic, stirring dance asks for…
“One evening around the fire, the cicadas singing, friends of Don Pedro visited. Among them was Lulu, a yoga teacher from Mexico City who had moved to the village a few months earlier. She was looking for a space to start yoga classes.” It was the beginning of something simple and brilliant. Every day there…
A Culture is no better than its woods. W. H. Auden. What do the following have in common: a brilliant but ridiculed Austrian scientist by the name of Viktor Schauberger, a man living on the streets of LA, a couple of Kiwis and a sun-baked biker (me) riding through Central America? The answer: a vision. What…
A few years ago a friend invited me to a talk at London’s Royal Geographical Society. The theme was whether the age of exploration was finally over and how the RGS might reinvent itself in a strange new world where everything on Earth worth doing appeared to have been done. It sounded interesting. I was…
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