The morning of our sleepless night we jumped into the water to have a tea party. It didn’t last long because only one turtle accepted our invitation and he was too young to have an in-depth conversation with. The turtle asked me, “What do you see when you look at me?” We we’re sipping sand …
The Pineapple Isle
Ok I’m gonna fess up, the day we left Molokai we made a mistake. It was a big one that took 5 or so hours to fix. It involved the engine and coolant and oil and sleepy brains that were still in the realm of the subconscious. And that’s what held back our departure. I skimmed …
The Lonely, Friendly, Forgotten Isle
I am not just one person, inside of me there are a million Me’s and I don’t always know which one is going to come crawling forth to the surface and spit out of my mouth. Right now the me coming out is a wild strawberry. She is a rebel. She is sweet. She is …
From Doves To Tigers
The day before I left Waimea Bay, the spinner dolphins fell from the heavens. They came right up to me and Juniper and pirouetted out of the water. I swam with them, and we talked about the clouds, and played fetch with seashells. The dolphins told me that their favorite kind of clouds are the ones …
Sea Gypsy
I’m a sea gypsy now. Living on the hook and harvesting rain. The sea is my sanctuary and I need nothing but air. I shout to the wind, “Honey, I’m a seed and you are the wind, which way are we going today?” I don’t really know where I’m going half the time. And many …
Stardust
Sometimes I wish I was a starfish, life would be a lot easier without a brain or a heart. Just lying there, clinging to coral, and stoned on the sea. And if you were a shark or a manta ray or an Alaskan king crab, you could eat one of my limbs and it wouldn’t …
The Sunnyside
I don’t remember the last time I showered. Does jumping into the sea count? Sorry to tell you that, but it’s the truth. I tell you all my truths. As if you were my diary. Now you know everything. What’s on the surface of my skin. What’s beneath my skin. What’s crawling inside my skin …
Ship Shape
The beauty of life is that everything is always up in the air and with the shape of your lips and thoughts you can change its direction. It’s as if life was the wind and our bodies were boats and our words were sails. So, what is the shape of your ship? Mine is the …
The Lightning & The Whale
Back in 1961, Betty and Barney Hill were abducted from their car in the woods of the White Mountains. Two hours vanished. They awoke- clothes ripped. Dirty. Caked in a mysterious dust. Their heads were foggy. Their reality undone. Their night an incomplete story. They remembered being chased by a light that dropped out of …
Pink Moon
At 9 am, on the morning of the super moon, I got high with a sea turtle. I did not care for the submarines or the shipwrecks or the smoke water rings, I only had eyes for that turtle. We were eyeball to eyeball, but I was the one upside down. Under it’s spell, in …
