There is a part of the human brain that is similar to a salmon’s which drives it up a freshwater stream to its spot of origin or a whale’s which leads it across thousands of miles of open sea to the breeding ground of its ancestors.  When we physically see the structure which we call home, a lobe of fleshy wrinkles coordinates a series of emotional, psychological and even physiological responses.  They delicately whisper to us, “You have arrived.  You can relax.  You’re safe. You’ve made it.”  But occasionally, there is another voice that whispers even more quietly in people’s ears to ignore these reassurances and strike off into unknown territory.

Back in January (just after our month in the convent in Git Dubling), Amanda, Asher, Ian and I returned to Daragaon to collect our things. Continue reading Unknown Territory