I am on the south bank of the Adyar River, near the mouth on the Bay of Bengal. Here is a sanctuary . . . . . . A place of contemplation, regeneration, renewal, inspiration. A ripe place resting in wisdom. A garden of thoughtful gardeners. A garden crafted to remind us of profound wisdom […]Read more "Sanctuary"
From the depths of the pits of recent yesterdays, this morning the nursery flourished wholesome robust activity: just what plants love. The young men from Terre des Hommes fell upon the sight of seedlings in badly damaged bags; they whooped about setting things right with all the energy at their command. Some understood my terrible […]Read more "Exalted valleys"