The train rolled slow through the mountains. Misty mountains. Where there was a town and villages smattered over the hillsides and in the valley. We went there to document as much as we could about the lives, the heart and souls of the Yi Minority, a people group living in several provinces within southwest China. 

We stayed with a local Yi woman, who had attended university in Chengdu to earn her Master's degree and with her opportunities could easily have left this area to pursue bigger dreams, but instead had chosen to stay and open a tiny, upstart kindergarten with the hope of building it into an excellent school for the kids she has such a heart to reach. Her words, her story, her pursuit and the peace and contentment she feels that are surprising even to her, her burdens and requests for her people... they marked us like an image of light and shadow.