Larry Hobbs knew the story of the stones — through decades of footfalls and through years of geological study.
Larry knew the story of this great wide earth, written in melting caps, rising seas, changing currents, changing times.
He knew the human story, at least parts of it — broken and whole and breaking again.
A story of imbalance leading the way towards unthinkable horizons. A bleak story, but with room enough for healing, with faith enough for mystery, with at least a backward glance towards hope….

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Here at Lost Borders we are honoring our new Ancestor -Larry Hobbs, who served as a much loved Guide with us at the School for many decades. Larry sadly passed away on September 27th 2024. Larry’s story began 78 years ago in the shadow of the San Gabriel Mountains, a rebellious boy who ditched Sunday…

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A gorgeous collection of new and covered songs from the 2022 Month Long guide training, recorded by Kevin Spindler and Julia Ferguson. Heart-full, soulful and muse-filled listening!   “In The Night Of Your Soul”- a song inspired by the village of the Lost Borders Month-Long Training and the beautiful Inyo Mountains,  by Shae Keane:  …

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Description from Earth Converse Podcast: Ready to flow like a river? Penelope’s first guest conversation is with the wise wonderful Emerald North. “A woman of the earth, artist, poet, a guide and most of all, a human being that is deeply connected and living with, on and through the living earth around her day to…

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I am a combat veteran with two tours in Iraq, resulting in four broken vertebrae, traumatic brain injury, and post-traumatic stress…. I met a friend who introduced me to the Rite of Return offered by Veterans Rites…Armed with my intention, the safe compassionate space opened by our guides and the wisdom of self-generated ceremony I set out on the fourth day to spend four days in the wilderness, alone without food or shelter….

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It is my third day without food. In the night I awaken now and again, cozy in my warm sleeping bag, and watch the Big Dipper move around the north star. At the early light of dawn over barren rock hills, I bid farewell to a waning moon as it dips behind the ridge far…

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By Alicia Banister: But to sit in sacred space with an entire group that shares that common thread, that common understanding of shame and fear and celebration, that is a gift that I had no idea until I stepped into that space that my soul was craving.

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By Dr. Kabir Bavikatte: We return from our fast, dusty, sunburnt and smelling of wind, sand and silence. The desert has scoured away our anxieties and rendered us agape.

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