Giving Thanks.
Read MoreSo grateful to be still standing in the swirl of this Mystery…
Read MoreForty years later, we make the pilgrimage back through nascent cornfields to the shores of Maxinkuckee, where we walk and talk and drink and laugh and remember and remind and are reminded and try to remember some more.
Read MoreSometimes, just making a slight course correction is all I need.
Read MoreAstonished 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.
Read MoreRight 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.
Read MoreTwo 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.
Read MoreStill, I remind myself, this is my home, and more than 60% know better. So many worlds colliding.
Read MoreNow there is here. The connections are synchronous and constant.
Read MoreThe 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.
Read MoreWhat if it all is just a big dream?
Read MoreSeemed only fitting to take my last En Zed selfie alongside Great Kiwi Road Trips in front of a library.
Read MoreSome of the niceties to which I've grown accustomed here in New Zealand:
Read MoreClose to a third of my trip has been spent right here on the Coromandel peninsula.
Read MoreYep, 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."
Read MoreMy last Raglan sunset. For now.
Read MoreAfter 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.
Read MoreThe Maori say this beautiful lake is the pulsating heart of the great fish.
Read MoreThey're on their way south, me, north. A reunion among the trees and gentle rain.
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