Last December I spent ten days in the Yawanawán village of Mutúm deep in the Brazilian Amazon jungle in the state of Acre. It was in the midst of the rainy season, meaning that much of the ground was wet, muddy, or underwater. Within the first day there I put away my Chaco sandals and pretty quickly resolved to stay…
I woke up the other morning to sunlight peeking into my bedroom through the slender space between the curtains and the window frames. As I pulled back the curtains, my room flooded with warm, comforting light. I scanned the yard and took in the fallen leaves that have carpeted the thirsty earth, the stack of firewood that awaits fast approaching…
