Today, my usual Sunday routine was happily interrupted by the unexpected arrival of the office 4-wheeler, apparently absconded by several co-workers. They were determined I should finally see some of what this curious, spiritual, rural and distinctive little town called Deoghar has to offer. I  jumped aboard the capacity-busting jeep – which held no less …

Although “service” often conjures religious connotation and imagery, in its most essential form it simply refers to one’s own awareness of and respect for the life that is within them and which surrounds them. Service is the spiritual impulse to comfort and uplift the circumstances and experience of another. True, open-hearted service is actually a …

Slowly and carefully, through mud and landslide debris, I walked along a remote and desolate road in Bhotechaur, hoping to find people who had previously received emergency earthquake relief distributions. Bhotechaur is a small, mountainside village in the very remote outskirts of central Nepal. The houses were spread far apart, and I could see both …

Today is “puja”… a spiritual celebration. Specifically, today is “Saraswati Puja” – celebration of the Goddess of Knowledge and Wisdom. What a way to start a work week! With preparations beginning days in advance, the entire Chetna Vikas office had been transformed into a thematic feast for the senses… a colorful altar for the ritual …

Sitting under a mango tree in a small, rural community in Mozambique this past November, I began to truly appreciate the meaning of lasting change… I had traveled to Mozambique and Zambia to report on CARE’s Southern African Nutrition Initiative (SANI), which aims to provide women, families, and health providers with the tools they need …

Moyo is the Swahili word for “heart.” Maya is the Sanskrit word for “illusion.” To me, the words “MoyoMaya” together represent an intention to use the heart to heal the “space between us.” After all, the space between us (between people, between cultures, between countries, between you and I) is an illusion. Separateness is not …

It was barely 8 a.m. when I rounded the bend into Barmasia to begin my morning commute. My eyes were immediately drawn to the bobbing sea of umbrellas as pedestrians moved through the (already) stifling, dusty street. Of course, I recognized that the umbrellas were being used as sun-shades, and I smiled in agreement – …

Today was another breathtaking day spent motorcycling through some of the most rough, rural and remote regions of Deoghar district, learning about and experiencing first-hand Chetna Vikas’s (CV’s) incredible work in women’s empowerment. This day, my guide and travel companion was Manoranjan, a “Master Teacher” who divides his work days between the CV office and …

There’s more than good food cooking in the Costa Rican sun — the sun’s energy is being tapped to make positive change in local, developing communities. Projects initially designed to teach solar oven construction and solar-powered cooking are blossoming into sustainable development initiatives promoting good nutrition, conservation of natural resources, literacy, education, and women’s rights. …

I first learned of Romania’s overcrowded and destitute orphanages in the early 1990s, as Western nations were realizing the implications of the domestic policies of communist dictator Nicolae Ceausescu. When Ceausescu was overthrown and executed in 1989, there were more than 150,000 children in Romanian orphanages. This was a direct result of his insistence that …

In northeastern Tanzania lies Lushoto, a tiny mountainside village perched in the lush, green heart of the Usambara Mountains. There, on the front porch of a small cottage, sat the Girl. She sat alone, early one morning, to watch the sun rise and the day unfold. The Girl had long brown hair, soft brown eyes, …

Years ago, when I started volunteering overseas, it was simpler… the “volun-tourism” industry hadn’t actually exploded and caused damage to what was otherwise a potentially beautiful force of good in the world: international volunteering. So, when I see pictures of myself like this now, I tend to cringe a bit and immediately wonder if I …

I had underestimated the quiet joy and peace that would come from sliding across the surface of the ocean’s depth. I don’t feel confined at all – I feel quite free in the flow of perpetual motion. And I feel quite safe in the boat’s cradle – while also remaining very conscious of the ocean’s …