I awoke to the Phnom Penh morning paper. The headline "Three Decades After" marked a historic day in Cambodian history: The beginning of the Khmer Rouge Tribunal; an attempt to begin to bring some sense of justice upon the surviving leaders of the deadly regime some 30 years after it's reign.

With our time here nearing close, I reflected on our journey; attempting to grasp the events of the genocide and the present day PTSD era that permeates this country, to then witness the hope of the future of Cambodia in the eyes of the CCF children. It has been quite an emotional journey.

Last night the universe granted us the miraculous encounter with Loung Ung. We heard of her personal tragedies, and the story of her survival while she radiated hope and joy like almost no one I've ever met. That experience has forever changed me. To sit with her on the eve of the tribunal was like bearing witness to this journey nearly coming full circle. While it is very clear that there will never be true justice for the atrocities that occurred, the Cambodian people will finally be heard, and there will finally be some acknowledgement of what occurred during those tragic years. How potent that we should be in the energy of this city on this very day. I sat with the significance of this revelation, and what it might mean forLoung, and the people of Cambodia throughout our nearly silent Yoga practice.

Our adventure of the day would take us once again to the countryside haven of CCF. Our mission was to help the community members fertilize their rice paddies. Calf deep in water, Cambodian earth between my toes, I couldn't help recalling the stories of Khmer Rouge's children working countless hours in these rice paddies. Simultaneously, I looked into the faces of the future of Cambodia. A once destitute people from the dumps of Phnom Penh, now an empowered farm community.

We herded the communities two water buffalo back to the residences, and before returning to the city, we visited a local Buddhist Pagoda where we were granted access to the temples, and received a gracious blessing from a monk. One of the temples was still being built, but halted for a lack of funds. I didn't look like much from the outside, so much so that I almost didn't go in. As I climbed up the rickety ladder into the temple, I could not believe the beauty inside. What a perfect metaphor for a day of such contradictions. In a country whose eyes have seen so much, hope resides around every corner.