It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you without a dope beat to step to. Just joking, you know that song? Where am I? 17 degrees south and 177 degrees east. All those sevens are something special- just like heaven. With the cyclone season I’m not drifting too far in any direction east …
THE HOLIDAYS IN FIJI
The rain just wetted my face and woke me. I had to get up and close all of the hatches. It’s too bad too because I was dreaming about a jewel, an opal to be exact. T’is the cyclone season here in Fiji. There is so much rain and so little sun, and when there …
YOGA IN BALI
I arrive to Bali- the island of Gods- guided by a purple crab. I’m in the mountain town of Ubud at a yoga retreat center that is surrounded by rice fields and I don’t know how the crab got here. Ubud means medicine and it’s a place, like the sea, where people go to heal. …
THE SUN & THE SALT
It's the day of my arrival back to Fiji. The sky is raining and sunshining and raining. And everything moves all lickety split. Juniper’s belly gets paint painted on by fifteen people when the sun does shine. We put a flame to the prop to loosen it, remove it, grind all of it’s gunk off …
DREAM BOAT
I’m back in Fiji. All of my bathing suits are a different shade of purple and I’m swimming against a current. I wonder where I’d end up if I succumbed and let the current have it’s wild way with me. The prairie’s edge? The galactic side of the salt? A seesaw made of sun? The …
KALEIDOSCOPE OF MY LIFE
TURKEY - feels like a century ago. After five solo flights, three tandem flights, and a quiz on lenticular clouds in the troposphere, I get a license to fly under supervision. I take one last tandem flight before heading to the airport. The air is white with fog, but I can see the compass rose …
PARAGLIDING IN A TURKISH PARADISE
“Please let me fly from the beginner spot,” I say on the radio to Ferdi. “You can either fly off that 1200 meter mountain or get out of my class,” Ferdi says back to me on the radio. He’s my cowboy paragliding teacher. He’s got dark curly clown hair, and he’s a bull-headed speed freak, …
LIKE A BUTTERFLY
Montana is a day and a half swirl of horses galloping in the mountain mist towards me. Just before I leave, a young cowboy with Fly-Agra in his hands tells me, “If you wanna catch a trout, you’d best go fly fishin’ on a full moon night.” From Montana I fly straight back to Dublin. …
BOUNCING ACROSS THE EARTH
It’s been a while. Life got wild and is getting wilder, since last we spoke. I’ve been bouncing across the earth like a red rubber ball, from Fiji to Ireland to Montana. And if you were observing me, you would feel as if you were observing a tennis match. Anyway, my body is very confused …
WITHOUT YOU I’M BLUE
It’s my day off of work. I’m laying on top of my pink flamingo. His name is Joffrey. I didn’t name him. The cats on Wildside did. Anyway, Joffrey’s glitter is blinging bright in the sun. The water beneath me is the shade of a swimming pool and it’s got blue veins that won’t sit …
