Shaman

Shaman of Karen Village
Originally uploaded by Aishihik

We visit the home of the village shaman and he invites us to sit down for tea and share fruit that is both sweet and sour. He crouches down in front of me and takes my hand. He rubs my fingers, adjusts my wrist and blows on my arm. Once he feels he has done what is needed he ties a colorful woven bracelet onto my wrist.