Notes from the Edge of the Map. Stories from a life between worlds.
I'd waited fourteen months for a surgeon to cut my throat and release my new voice! Yes. It was a goiter operation. Huge. We met just before the surgery. He explained what his team would do. He was middle-aged. Spanish. Years of practice at his fingertips. "Oh, by the way," I said as he turned to leave, "I want to tell you—my friend Padre Rene and his whole village in the Peruvian Andes, north of Cusco, are at this moment praying for me, for you, and for all your team." We smiled at each other. “Oh, and what is your name?” I asked him quietly. “Jesús,” he said. And our smiles met each other with faith. Before the operation, I made many art-filled affirmations. The one I've included here was the last. I made a new friend two years ago. He encouraged me to tell my "faith-guided adventure stories." For sixteen years I was on a mission without a name—travelling in remote areas of Peru and Bolivia. Each adventure had a miracle embedded in it. Each one r...



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