A woman selling marigolds and other flower gifts during Tihar
A woman heads up to her fields to harvest the crops before the winter sets in. A difficult life it is. A face well worn by the mountains and hard work she's put in over the years.
Isolated and alone yet connected to nature's deepest throne. Oh this little home... Amidst the foot of the mighty Himalaya, enshrouded by pines along the thundering sounds of a turquoise glacial river. A place to become invisible. No expectations. Mother nature takes you into her nurturing arms, embracing you with the most assuaging of hugs. She'll surely test your merit but what you'll inherit...will last a lifetime. Moments of ennui translating to deep musings. Growing pains as the river slowly erodes our worries and doubts... replaced by a sense of purpose and passion. A translucent connection to the dirt beneath your feet. Practicing the art of patience, observing and feeling. Getting in rhythm with your soul. A reminder that this sphere we all call home is worth celebrating and protecting. (Solukhumbu, Nepal).
