COSTA RICAN TIMES
It’s mid-afternoon on one of those palpably gray and dreary days in the middle of winter. The hoot of an owl reverberates from beyond a trio of small redwoods on the bank of the stream. The sound transforms the atmosphere, imbuing the place with mystery and depth.
An older woman with a large dog comes by, a local activist that’s been volunteering with various organizations locally since the wildfire that destroyed nearby Paradise. I’d spoken to her at this meditation place before; she clearly has her finger on the pulse of what is happening in town.
She begins talking about a refuge for homeless people, mostly single men, “not many families—that’s too sad,” she adds. She looks drawn and haggard, with bags under her eyes and a
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