Today Mel reflects on community, the power of prayer, and the ubiquitousness of Barbie after visiting a leprosy colony in Purulia.
My car recently got stolen (1990 Ford Laser). I received a call at 1 a.m. on a Sunday and heard Constable Burgess ask me when and where I last saw my car. It was meant to be sitting on the street next to my block of units. It was found abandoned in a […] Continue Reading ›
I still can’t get over what we’ve experienced in producing Reflections of a Compassion Traveller. Until I turned 10 I lived in a culture that believed the existence of higher powers or gods inhabited carved figurines (plated with gold even) […] Continue Reading ›