Sailing Solo in Search of an Endless Sunrise
I am back on Juniper now, and paradise is empty. I like the stillness of it. I noticed today how similar the word pandemic is to panic. Take the “dem” out of pandemic and you have panic. I have not panicked about this pandemic and I keep wondering if the world has gone mad or …
Without the sea, I'm a total mess. Eight years ago I made this Caribbean-style dress. It's forest green with fringe and neon beads. At the time, I was living on a 26 ft. sailboat in Jamaica Bay. The boat didn't belong to me. I don't even remember her name. I will call her No Name. …
I sometimes wonder if scientists are sitting in laboratories mixing up diseases, just so they have something new to discover. I love to discover. To explore. To escape. Who doesn’t? We are all restless without novelty. Restlessness feeds everything, even secrets. People always want to know and be the first to know what nobody else …
January 30, 2020 Its 6:00 am. in Venice beach on a Thursday. Ten days after Martin Luther King Jr. Day, yes. I open my eyes and I’m thinking about space and sex and aliens. I Shit, shower, shave, then walk to the coffee shop. I pass the butcher’s daughter, three wise men, and an actress who wishes that she …
This Is Far From Over https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ON4TQJ9bP-E While I was crossing the Pacific, I received a satellite email from my friend Will Oldham aka Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy. He sent me lyrics to the song “This Is Far From Over” and asked if I could create a music video for it. I wasn't able to receive images …
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I was just sailing down in the British Virgin Islands along with all the pirates of the Caribbean. At one point there was threat of mutiny, but I won’t get into that just yet. It was the week of New Years and the world was a blur of fireworks and calypso and liquid painkillers and …
On the ranch, I communicate with the animals. I coral the horses from one field to the next. The horses- like everyone else on this planet- don’t understand my Spanish either, so I run behind them, clap my hands and yell “go go go!” That they can understand. They gallop fast into the next pasture …
The sky breaks open and bleeds bliss. I swim in sweet water. I sip on honeysuckles. I vibrate in the tall grass. The day drifts like a dandelion seed blowing in the wind. I sink, I sink, I sink. I sink into the earth and swallow an antiquated light.... it's as sweet as sugar. I …
The vagabond inside of my heart has led me to a grass ocean in Uruguay. These days I find it best to do whatever the vagabond in my heart says. Wherever it tells me to go, I go. I go before tomorrow is today. I go. I go consumed by wanderlust. I go. I go …
While writing Koko Head & The Flying Vagina, I was reminded of a moment at sea that scared the bejesus out of me. I mentioned the incident briefly in Surfing the Deep Blue Sea, but I didn’t tell you how much it melted the interior of my mind, because to tell it is to relive …