Mala, My Refuge | Center for Humans & Nature
The journey to Mala is best undertaken after the monsoon sets sail. The journey into Mala’s psyche, as well. Mid-season squall, trees whipping, flipping. Thick clouds cruising low to the northeast. Silver of slamming rain, green of roughed-up leaves, umber of supple twigs. Wind-borne ocean dunking everybody. In the sodden detritus, leeches probe for blood, […]| Center for Humans & Nature
