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Musings

Kristie Dahlia
Kristie Dahlia wrote —

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 wrote —

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 wrote —

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 wrote —

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 wrote —

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 wrote —

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 wrote —

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 wrote —

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 wrote —

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 wrote —

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 wrote —

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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