Creating Space For Mystery.

It was a simple desire. To get away from the grinding routine of going to sea daily for long hours.  I’ve had my head down, working hard, trying to pull a living out of the sea with this vessel of mine. But i needed to pick my head up, clear my mind, and do something, anything,…

A Lover’s Time

“Sometimes I wish I could live my life backwards. Beginning life with the greater wisdom,  and ending it with the energy and vitality to live this wisdom more vivaciously.” (Andy Rayner. Parables From The Invisible Humanitarian) Are we the pawns of some great cosmic joke? Life gets most meaningful, though only slightly more understood, as…

Burning Down The Old One

The Islamic jihad issues in Mali have always been just out of reach. They are close enough to be very mindful, at times, but just far enough away to console the mind, nerves, heart, and soul by the ability to barely claim, “It is not here.” Which is what every Malian I know tells me,…

West African Cattle School

  I learned my lesson from a Fulani Cow…. “munyal deefan hayre” – patience can cook a stone. (Fulani Proverb) The Fulani are cattle herders, and as the dry season arrives in the Sahel of Northern Mali, the herders take their herds on a slow southward journey that lasts  six to eight months, seeking the…

Storms – Living A Gale

thinking, as the rain clacks on the windows and the wind hums on the radio arials over the low rumble of the idling diesel engine below deck. Wondering if it is wise to go fishing in this narly kind of weather. But my thinking runs deeper than this. Rain and heavy wind have always made me melancholy.