After a year of boat living in the protected waters of New York Harbor, Soanya and I are feeling the call of the wild wide open sea again. We think our three year old son Darshen is ready to go too. When a storm wind blows between the buildings that...

My friend, Ludger, enthusiastically invited us to his pirate event in Red Hook Brooklyn. I told him we didn't really mean for our schooner to end out looking like a pirate ship. She just turned out that way after spending so many days on the high seas. I wasn't sure...

As I sail on at sea for 1045 days continuously, I am reminded always of how I am on my own homemade spaceship, isolated as I cross the universe. My place at sea is very much like the place in space where the gravity of the earth and sun are...

A year ago, our little family posed for a picture on the bow of the schooner. Now we take another photo and not much has changed except we are all a year older. Much of life is imagined and unseen to our normal eyes....

I use a lot of different materials in my art. I paint on my old sails adorned with grommets, tears, stitches, and stains. I paint on my old charts which are made of very good paper and given character with coffee spills,...

When spring arrived we called our friends and took everyone sailing. For financial reasons we have not been able to begin rebuilding the schooner after her historic sail of over three years non-stop at sea. The difficulty of rallying help after sailing the longest...

A few warm hints of spring and we are inspired to unfold our ancient sails and lash them on to our veteran masts. Here in NYC we had one warm day and were able to eat outside and do yoga in the evening on...

Perched like an ocean bird on the bow of my schooner sailing on the wild seas, I ponder the wonder of life. I feel like an ancient and timeless spirit. At the same time, I have to acknowledge that a certain amount...

Today we organized and shifted our inventory of food under the floor in the cargo hold. It made us wonder about people the world over who practice survivalist food strategies. I first heard about this as a kid during the Cold War. We were...

It is freezing cold on the winter river in New York! As long as we have wood for our fireplace we are okay. We have been fairly conservative with the size of the fires we burn, often with only one log smoldering away on...

[Excerpt from the log of the 1000 Days Non-Stop at Sea voyage, Day 1,121]

The art I create is the result of high performance physical action and at the same time it is a spiritual practice that empowers that action and myself to higher sublime heights. Much of what I...

Darshen and I are busy at work varnishing the "Wave God." I salvaged this chunk of tropical hardwood on the island of Dominica in the Caribbean after a hurricane blew it down many years ago. Carving this piece of wood was a powerful experience...

This very atmospheric old photo was sent to me by a French couple who took it from their sailboat. In 1974, I was with them on their sailboat on the Amazon River when we were captured by pirates. We were tied up...

After an extraordinary life at sea we are adjusting to a more normal life with our lines looped on the dock. There are still many more magical synchronicities that bring wonder to our lives.

Last night I dreamed I was down in the motor...

Ahoy Friends!

Soanya and I are adapting to life on the dock and entertaining our energetic, enthusiastic son, Darshen. Most of my life was a preparation for living at sea. That involved cutting myself off from all things on...