There are no eyelash curlers in the remote jungle of western Costa Rica. Dense, green mountains strip away all vanity; nature becomes the great equalizer. “Forest fashion” is whatever is clean, or at the very least, that which doesn’t smell too terrible. Mismatched outfits, floppy hats, …
Two guests here at Madhuvan Monastery are avid birdwatchers. They tote binoculars and can identify most tropical species, but are not the type of experts who look down on the rest of us with our mere urban pigeon knowledge. Justin and Lila-mayi walk the dirt paths …
The morning we left for Miami en route to Costa Rica, a Baptist friend who directs the Upper Room’s Academy for Spiritual Formation commented on an airport Facebook photo: “Must be a monastery of some sort there you’re visiting. Or, are you actually going …
“They’re leaf cutter ants. They won’t go in.” It was 9:00 or or 10:00 p.m., somewhere in the central time zone in a remote jungle of Costa Rica, and I thought I was hallucinating from motion sickness and fatigue. The stone entrance to the …