“The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.” –Mother Theresa

Many years ago, long before my husband and I began a life of wilderness travel, I was walking on a city sidewalk one stormy afternoon when abruptly I could not see.  Nor feel the rain.  Nor hear the surf crashing on the nearby cliffs.  Then slowly my hearing resumed and I heard a voice ask, as if from a great distance, “Would you help me?”  I peered and peered.  And eventually discerned a youth with blood-red cheeks, frenetic blond hair, sopping jeans and swollen blue feet.

“Of course I will help you.” Continue reading →