At the end of Homescapes, Lee chooses a poem set at a burning ghat in India where, 47 years after she’d left that country, she lowers symbolic clay lamps for her father and three marigolds for her mother to float down the Ganges.Ĭrossing cultural lines is a joy and a challenge and an opportunity to learn: Lee never stops searching for what it means to be American, digs deep to understand her New England roots, and ponders intimate relationships, persistently asking, “Where-and what-is home?” She puzzles at how to make sense of country fairs and freezing New Hampshire winters. ![]() An audience with the Dalai Lama in Mussoorie touches her spirit questions from an American high school homeroom teacher in New Hampshire challenge her wit. ![]() Venturing into new territory, she connects with children in a small Indian village in Nilokheri, and climbs the thirteen-thousand-foot Rohtang Pass at the edge of Tibet. Where is it? Who am I? What’s it all about? Lee Woodman’s collection, Homescapes, takes us on a soul-expanding journey in three parts, “India,” “America,” “Stereoscope.” Woodman paints the sounds and smells of unusual environments, exposes sensuality in nature, and reveals the sweet ache of relationships everywhere. ![]() Home is a relative term, especially if you have grown up overseas.
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