TUNNEL BEACH, NZ: Smack! Wake up. Watch the waves and say SOMETHING.

We explored like true EXPLORERS. The windripping my splitends at their will, meanwhile Moby read us his lullabies through song and we landed in a cove yet unseen by my senses. This place lifted our chins, grabbed our hearts bayside and tempted our limbs to lose control.

I fell, with the rain...as it slipped onto these pages.
I fell, with the sun...as its rays made us ageless.
I fell, with the hail...as it sourced from bright blue sky.
I rose, with the rainbow...its toes dipped just below the horizon.

We slid down the steep-steep hill, an exfoliant for our barefeet. MUD everywhere. Sheep chasing, cactus jumping, photographs flying. With wine as our weapon we discovered TUNNEL BEACH, NZ. Into the most beautiful secret space, with rocks as faces. I danced allll over that beach. Maegan climbed. Country wine cured us. A sparrow listened to me sing the Titanic theme song in the cold darkness of the tunnel...it waited and waited and then found me! Fluttering about, he kissed me quick and then shot off into the sunlight.

SOMEWHERE, NZ: One can only live in the now, by the way

We're sitting here, the massive weight of the clouds parted by the ocean's lapping body. From the core of my perception, this water radiates from the center of never never land. That distant point in the dark blue abyss which has permission to start the signal of motion, some Maestro in the middle of the sea said, "It's okay to be YOU, here. The World can wait no longer for you to." The time is now. Now, to be those children between pink mountains and teal waves. The constancy of mornings push and pull. These salty brazilian berries give him a reason to channel me. To channel my energies into a form of information and realize that this is all just information.

We tented in a paddock in Owaka, NZ last night because we were talking so much that we ran out of gas. I feel full of TODAY, because we never consider what will happen an hour away. We're here, NOW.

DUNEDIN, NZ: Whakarongo Mai

Words don't work. English words don't work. So I'm here to learn new ones of new places, which hold the weight of new people, I've not yet met.

I've been living in a cave for 5 days on end. It's been so good that the earth shook and split Chile, causing us to wake up off the New Zealand beaches...pull our heads out of the sand...sit upon a mountain with sheep and lollies just to think about the earth's structure, power and the impression we're making upon it.

From city to country, city to country...everyday I travel. Dunedin is a town built for adventurers to bump into eachother, so that later they can meet up in the suburbs of Gaza Strip in Israel, the gardens of Toulouse, France or the fields of Rotorua - mountains high and valleys low. To cook, to share, to think, to be. To exchange a smile. To live together for awhile.

Word of warning, words of wisdom...on a full moon's night at high tide, bridge yourself a barrier between oceans edge and your fire. Might just save your dregs come morning's rise.