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…

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

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

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

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

My home is a grand cathedral built upon ancient volcanic foundations…

Beauty is a bird song harmonized with fluttering palm fronds…

The dusty light of dawn bounced off its broad, waxy leaves…

The recognition came as gracefully as the breeze that sailed across…