Farewell again le drapeau fran├žais
May 30th
Once again I stood  outside the entry to Novotel Charles de Gaulle, watching the French flag (le drapeau français) flying proudly in the wind on that dreary day before my departure.  Leaving France becomes more difficult with each journey.  I love France.  
June 1st
I walked outside the terminal on Kauai and immediately felt  the familiar tropical air of my island home as it gently caressed both body and soul.  Returning to this beautiful place is a blessing .. each and every time.   I love Kauai. 

Loving two places so distinctly different from each other is fascinating.  Never does a day go by that I am not thankful for the many years I've been fortunate to enjoy what I consider the two most wonderful places on planet Earth.  I declare it again .. "I am a very lucky man".           

But, Dammit, there IS a problem!

We obviously can't be in both places at the same time

So ..

How do we deal with  feelings of melancholy associated with absence ?

Yesterday I photographed a beautiful orchid in my Kauai yard ..
only the magic of that moment existed within me.

In France .. I photographed the beautiful grounds where I stayed ..
serenity and peacefulness cradled me in that place.
It is clear to me .. pain of separation never dissipates.

I accept that pain .. it is the pain of love.

 When I feel overwhelmed by physical separation

I will seek the comfort of  nature ..

the loving arms of Mother Earth ..

knowing She is  

 Always There ...

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between

Aloha et Au revoir


Because travel is such a huge part of my existence,  those writers  I follow are typically much like myself .. impassioned by particular places on our floating home.  Today is Mothers Day and I've noticed the emphasis on social media posts I choose to follow is not typical.  My favorite writers, who typically expound on the magical qualities of their favorite haunts,  are laser focused on extolling the virtues of Motherhood .. as is right and natural.

Because of this seemingly miniscule observation, my mind has been led to the overall truth,  which clearly reveals itself.  It isn't the place we honor,  the locale we desire, or the cultures which fascinate us.  The true fruit on this magnificent Tree of Life is the gift of communion we share with every living soul  ...  every living soul born from ...

Happy Mothers Day Ladies 

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Mahalo et Merci for bringing me into this world,  Mom.

I Love You
Your Son,
No negativity can exist when children are splashing happily in a puddle. 

The world is at peace during those precious moments.
We can become children again ..

Happy Children ...

joyfully splashing in the puddle ...

together ...

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between

Aloha et Au revoir,


Lucky is the child who envisions soft and gentle bunnies ..

 mysterious hopping fluffs of pink or blue or any hue 

created by the purity of young imagination.

 "Garden gliding" on magical feet

seeking perfect nests for their colored bounty .. 

silently twitching noses in the soft moonlight

Emerging only once each year

living in the dreams of children ..

dreams so strong they briefly become reality 

If only dreams would continue ..

that they would never fade ..

that rabbit eggs were real.

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Aloha et Au revoir
 Of all the incredible places we can view ..

none compare to the perfect beauty of a happy face.

Merci et Mahalo for your wondrous smiles ..

they illuminate our world

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Aloha et Au revoir





There was someone I wanted to speak with yesterday ..

she's gone.

There are others I think about ..

gone as well.

Space they occupied ..

is different now.


solemn and still.

Selfishly I wish them back ..

sadly they can't return.

Silence fills their void ..

answers evade my queries.

I beg one moment ..

an instant to share

unspoken words ..

puke out my fermented thoughts.

Words .. each nuance .. all meanings

intended or not

join the cosmos ..


We have our time ..

a brief flash ..

when all is said that can be

our time is past.

As wisdom grows ..

words become precious ..

fewer ..


One opportunity ..

exhalation complete.

Gift or dagger ..


Give words like diamonds on satin ..

eternally bathed in light.

Anything more or less is


March 21, 2015

Mahalo et Merci for reading my words ..

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between


Anything and everything pertaining to growing, gathering, and consuming the luscious papaya is a perfectly pleasant and positive experience.
Selecting and drying  seeds 

Preparing the earth

Watering .. gentle labor of peaceful anticipation

 That moment when seeds burst forth .. thrilling

The baby is born

Begin the watch of time

Begin my watch of diligence with pleasure

Select one plant

Reverently remove all but the one

Hours, days, weeks, months .. a sturdy tree appears

then flowers


Carefully I take from the tree

Generously the tree gives.

When the skin is golden

When the aroma calls

I cut it

Remove the seeds

Marvel at the taste

Await the next miracle from our yard. 


One day I h0pe to attain strength of conviction to change and grow

 never again cutting into the flesh of a dead creature

because, unlike the process of killing ..
Anything and everything pertaining to growing, gathering, and consuming the luscious papaya is a perfectly pleasant and positive experience.
but ..

 A fantastic chef awaits in France ..

with steak au poivre.

Merde !!

I'm so friggin' weak ..

but I keep trying ...

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Aloha et "Au poivre"

They quietly sit ..

 moved by breeze ..

dancing joyfully with the wind.

 Many times have I passed ..

missing their beauty

fractured thoughts swirling aimlessly

Vigilant lovers

they patiently wait

regal splendor in silence

Countless times I've been the fool

self absorbed

prancing proudly amongst them

When this fool awakes

priorities emerge

receptors open.

Only then do they scream 

"Come .. be kissed by the flowers" !

Pure Love

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between

Enjoy their Gift



It is a beautiful day on Kauai ..

this day defies negativity ..

 joyous by nature ..

sun drenched



Wherever you are

purposely .. thoughtfully

grasp nature's gift




We share the breeze

  the bird's song ..

We all inhale

floral perfumes ..

 Father Sun warms 

every face

We are the Humans ..

bound to one another

differently perfect

inextricably connected

within nature


It is a beautiful day on Kauai ..

as clouds gently dance

I think of you 

with love

whoever you are ..

We are the Humans

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

March 1, 2015


Deep inside our collective gut dwells

 frustration ..

 seemingly with no cure.

Thrashing through our mind flies 

placation ..

no landing spot in sight.

Plagued by our misdeeds ..

 flailing alongside one another ..

toxic human stew.

"Natural" we say ..

not like flowers ..

like rotten flesh they dwell upon.

We participate ..

 hidden fury contributes ..

feeding rancid soup of angst.

Wishing to be 

reunited ..

fractured humanity as one.

Children once again ..

 backs on cool green grass

lost in clouds




...  Together

February 28, 2015

Dreaming of Peace

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Mahalo et Merci,