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 …
The Scariest Thing At Sea
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 …
Harmonic Current
The seas effects on me are greatest when I’m alone. I imagine it’s because I am in a more heightened state and can more prominently feel that energy that pulses through everything. That energy that is neither fixed nor permanent. That energy that holds in its realms the possibility of both creation and destruction. That …
The Tiger Shark &The Dog Bone
Chapter 1- Moon Time It was my fault for going surfing during my moon time. Some say it matters, others say there is no evidence that it does. What is for certain is that my bioelectrical charges were amplified by my blood in the seawater like a whisper into a megaphone. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump On …
Water of Pearl
My mom flew back to Arkansas and it’s my first time living on the boat since arriving to Hawaii. My sea and land hallucinations have all subsided and life feels new but normal. The mind is such a delicate thing when alone at sea. Mine were mostly auditory hallucinations, except for the odd things happening …
A World Of Strange
From within my cocoon at sea, I uncoil my body like a caterpillar. I am fattened by leaves and petals that promise a future of winged flights, still I crawl. I wonder what has really called me here, into both the substratum and surface of the spirit kingdom. The kingdom of: bubbles, waves, clouds, sharks, …
Neon Emeralds
The sunsets lasts as long as the day and ricochet across every cloud in the sky. I see ancient Egyptian symbols in the world above me. From the pyramids to sphinxes and Pharaohs. The wind of the heavens molding them and morphing them and eventually carrying them away. Beneath it all, I am a crab …
The Carriers of Grey Clouds
Yesterday I went through squall after squall. I call them The Grey Cloud Carriers. The Grey Cloud Carriers are cold-hearted ninjas. They creep in, kidnap the sun, eat every patch of blue in the sky, and then confuse the wind until it spins every which way to Sunday. They play games with me too. They …
A Day Without Wind
Time flows in reverse. I watch waves collapse into themselves as they rush backwards. The sun is the moon and the clouds are all sinking. I can see that the sky is filled with rain, but it must be falling upwards. Nothing living is in sight. The air is too hot and heavy and stale …
The Nitty Gritty
*This ones for Budder Wilson who is curious about safety gear, sail changes, sleep patterns, food, filming, etc. Before departing I met with a couple of people who had already sailed solo to Hawaii. One was my old dock neighbor Christian Williams, who has a great YouTube channel and several books about sailing. The other …
