After four years at sea, I was relatively resistant to the idea of returning to land…

One year ago, in the very first page of my journal, I jotted down a few thoughts on trust…

At the time, I had no plan, no idea what I was going to do, where I was going to go…

As a brief hiatus from voyaging, I moved onto a motu…

During the season of spring here in the Southern Hemisphere…

The pass appeared navigable as we slowed our pace to analyze the conditions…

Sailing offers an unyielding flow of opportunities to broaden one’s perspective...

I am a wildflower. I survive just fine on my own, out in the wild…

We provisioned and prepared as best we could for the passage ahead...

Together, we’ve traversed 2200 nautical miles of open ocean…

At the apex of spring, when warm light and wild flowers…

And here, on the Big Island of Hawaii, where magma churns…

Most of the time, I’m grateful to be a human…

As we continue to refine our lifestyles to align with nature’s intelligence…

This is a shout out to all my Earth Angels out there...

At the start of what we collectively refer to as “the pandemic”…

A superfood, a medicine, a wild jungle tree…

As the sun rises atop a ridge line or surfaces over the salty horizon…

I am my mother’s daughter. I enjoy engaging exchanges and the feeling of…

I am my father’s daughter. I love a good drink and any excuse to laugh...