Rising Tides

Astonished by this push-pull dance of moon and sea, I find solace in the sound of masts ringing like a bell choir, and I cannot stop thinking about the tiny crab that scuttled out from the nest of my bow lines and fell overboard this morning.

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Circadian rhythms

Right now it's 11pm and I have no idea if the moon is crescent, full or void, if the tide's high or low, or if nuclear winter is right around the corner. Mmmmhm.

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Meandering

Two nights in a place and my feet get itchy. Already thinking about Xena II. And I love being back home, which is all these places and so much more.

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A Tale of Two Fridays

The second Friday felt like a slow-motion hangover: a day in pressurized metal cylinders hurtling through space and time, a dream of endless hallways, portals and strangers asking to see my passport and waving me through lines.

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Signs of Autumn

Yep, folks are pulling out their hats and wellies here as the Surprise Lilies, those harbingers of fall and cold days to come, pop their heads out of green grass saying "don't hurry, don't rest."

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Loo-hoo!

After my happy little photo shoot in the corrugated town of Tirau (like pie, these things are so much better when shared) I asked Xena where we should spend our last nights together, and here we are, back in Raglan.

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