The more you know the less you need: Palm frond hats!
“The more you know, the less you need.” –Aboriginal Proverb On one of our last evenings together, Blight pulled a long palm frond from the back of his car, split it down the middle., and counted off 13 leaves. He fit it around Raiarii’s head and said, “Need a new hat?” We’d both been itching […]
A Hundred Feet Too Many
Lost in a deep sleep, I woke suddenly to a sharp sting on my back. I sat up quickly, wondering what the heck would be in my bed? The day prior I’d been stung by a bee hiding in a hand towel. Could it have been a bee? I’d noticed there were an odd amount […]
Projects, Prospects, and Conscious eating…
I deeply apologize for my lack of blog love lately! In the wake of the speaking tour it has been busy busy busy, another sprained ankle, a marathon of couch surfing, some shuffling through my storage unit, and sorting out my next adventure– book writing! It’s finally that time. I feel like I have a […]
Bait for Breakfast
Back in the islands, the cyclone season dwindled to a thankfully uneventful close. Swell had sprouted sea ‘roots’ after nearly 2 months in the same rolly bay. Algae swayed on Swell’s waterline, while resident bait fish circled below. Mornings would begin with the sound of thrashing water near the hull–a tuna or the likes–chasing the […]
Simply Possible–Naomi Crum and her voyage aboard Medusa
Every year when I return, my mom gives me a stack of carefully clipped articles from various sources that she’s collected for me since my last departure. This year, at the top of the pile was an excerpt from Latitude 38 by Naomi Crum. I learned that Naomi was a young female sailor/surfer who had […]
What’s with the slideshows?
Great article/interview in the Santa Barbara Independent by my friend, Ethan Stewart, explaining a bit more in depth about my slideshow…:) Ocean Adventures — The Santa Barbara Independent By Ethan Stewart It has been almost seven years since Liz Clark took the helm of her 40-foot sailboat, Swell, and left the cozy confines of Santa […]
The Right to fulfill our ‘Perfect Wildness’.
From my yoga mat under the copra roof, I watched the goat family come down the hillside to graze day after day. The youngest never strayed far from mom, bleating ‘bloody murder’ if she wandered off. When they’d would catch up to her, they’d shake their tails and wiggle with vigor under her belly, overcome […]
