sailing solo in search of an endless sunrise
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
I splashed Juniper back in the water. She’s sitting pretty and sailing smoothly with her new facelift. She has been sanded and waxed and painted. Her blisters, bandaged. Her thirsty wood, fed a stiff drink of teak oil. Her broken, rusty fridge, replaced. The holes in her fiberglass, patched. Her prop, polished free of barnacles. …
I’m working on Juniper from sun up to sun down. Running myself to the gritty, gritty ground. My dogs are barking. My eyelids are sunburned. I’ve got band-aids and paint everywhere. I’ve lost five pounds and half of a fingernail. And worst of all, the stitches from my surgery popped open and it took me …
I love being on lockdown in Hawaii. It’s an excuse to repair Juniper all day and ignore everything else. I also suppose that lockdown doesn’t feel so severe because my home moves. I moved Juniper today. Sailed her straight over to a shipyard. It’s like a boat hospital. Here, new boats are born and old …
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 …
