No Easy Wind or Downy Flake: Mongolia

  I’ve run away again. I’m an old woman standing in a high valley in Mongolia’s Altai Mountains. The mountain Continue reading →

The Eagle Hunters

  Here in this high valley, the oldness whispers. The wind and snow stinging my cheeks know nothing of Christmas. Continue reading →

Mongolia, October 2014

Today we are leaving Ulaan Baatar to go out into the countryside, which will be a relief for us all. Continue reading →