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Musings

Kristie Dahlia
Kristie Dahlia

The Loss of a Foremother

Today I sing for Carolee Schneeman, the glorious, ferociously incarnate, brilliant artist, who has left her body at the age of 79. "I guess my best advice is this: Be stubborn and persist, and trust yourself on what you love. You have…

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Kristie Dahlia
Kristie Dahlia

Stumbling into Magic: El Cladavista

After we completed our work in the boatyard we decided to linger in Mazatlán; Carnaval was not far off and Mazatlán's Carnaval is quite famous, one of the largest in the world. Carnaval is a public celebration of indulgence that often precedes…

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Kristie Dahlia
Kristie Dahlia

Danger vs. Fear

Everyone: BUT WHAT ABOUT PIRATES?Me: Actually, carjacking is more common than piracy at sea!Everyone: OMG RLLY? BUT WHAT ABOUT SHARKS?Me: Sharks aren't actually very interested in people; that's just a movie thing. Everyone: BUT SAILING IS SO DANGEROUS!Me:…

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Kristie Dahlia
Kristie Dahlia

The Southern Crossing: No Resistance to the Darkness

for Mary Oliver, whose spirit left her body during this trip, and whose words have long guided my heartFirst Leg: It was a couple of hours from La Paz, the Peace, to Isla Espiritu Santo, the Island of the Holy Spirit.  Gracias,…

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Kristie Dahlia
Kristie Dahlia

We Forgot About Netflix

When we lived on land, like just about everyone else we knew, we watched Netflix after dinner pretty much every day. Recently, I realized that I couldn't remember the last time we'd watched Netflix despite having been at a dock with wifi…

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Kristie Dahlia
Kristie Dahlia

Parallel Play

Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other…

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Kristie Dahlia
Kristie Dahlia

Anxiety, Peace, and Our Ditch Bag

One of the things that James and I love about sailing is that emergency preparedness is, for good sailors, a natural way of being. As mainstream life in America grows ever more swaddled by layers of technology and commercialism, we are fascinated…

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Kristie Dahlia
Kristie Dahlia

I Want to Spend the Rest of My Life Everywhere, With Everyone, One to One, Always, Forever, Now

Yesterday I hugged someone, one of my dearest humans, for the last time in our friendship here, as they will be out of town for the next couple weeks, and they cried in my arms and I in theirs. The tears were…

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Kristie Dahlia
Kristie Dahlia

Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This

Yesterday I wanted to lie down and found that all six of the sleeping surfaces aboard Rejoice were covered with projects that were on pause for some reason. We woke today on the settees in the saloon (the bench-couches in the main…

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Kristie Dahlia
Kristie Dahlia

The Garden of the Mind

I've had the habit of hanging words to cultivate myself for as long as I can remember. The world is full of messages that are designed to sculpt our thoughts and desires. I like to counter the capitalist agenda by holding onto…

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Kristie Dahlia
Kristie Dahlia

Everything You Call Mine is Holding You

One of the things that people ask most consistently about the path that we have taken is "Do you miss your things?" The simple answer is: No. The longer answer is: Our path toward living with a smaller footprint aboard…

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Kristie Dahlia
Kristie Dahlia

In the Wee Hours: Anxiety and the Nature of Comfort

At some point in the dark and wee hours last night, I got up, grabbed a flashlight, and lifted a floorboard to peer down into the bilge, bottom of our boat. I'd like to tell you why, because it's a huge part…

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Kristie Dahlia
Kristie Dahlia

Darkness and Light

This bit of backstory was written May 12, 2017. Last night we went to a talk at OCSC, our beloved local sailing school, about Blue Water Cruising -- which means crossing oceans for pleasure in a sailboat, as we aim to do.…

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Kristie Dahlia
Kristie Dahlia

Upon Awakening

I have written this poem before. May I write this poem again; it is worthy every time: the orchid blossoms are opening.…

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