Hi darlings. I have just been grinding away over here. Fixing leaks, getting a new bimini made, varnishing wood, and doing the last adjustments on my new rig. I am in the Vuda Marina. I can never go back to Denarau after being in this place. It's a real cruiser zone, none of those cruise …
THE RIG
I’ve had so many men up my mast lately, one every day of the week. My Italian friend, Timo, who lives on an old race boat that’s painted silver with orange flames flaming off of it, is up there right now. He’s just below the spreaders shouting, “Mamma Mia, Mamma Mia!” (My mother, my mother!) …
CYCLONE KEVIN & THE WIZARD
“They are predicting 55 knots for cyclone Kevin. The owners of these moorings want all the boats to get off of them…..Over.” Don, the palm reader and eldest member of my boat tribe, is announcing on channel 68. Cyclone Judy is still kicking up wind and my head is fizzing, but probably not fizzing as …
CYCLONE JUDY
There is heartache in the wind, the sky is made of stones, and my boat is an unknown planet. The edges of Cyclone Judy are thrashing all around and Cyclone Kevin is hot to trot on her tail. Judy has worked her way up to a category 4 and I’m clinging onto a mooring ball …
The Knee, The Fridge, The Ferry, The Battery
There is a breeze of transcendence blowing across my body and a water lullaby lapping against my skull. It’s all so beautiful- the South Pacific sea colliding into me. I want to bottle it up and send it to you. I would wrap it in a silver ribbon and write a note along with it. …
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17° South & 177° East
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 …
