Nov. 20, 2013: Why does it matter to me, the health of earth, sky, sea? Because my health depends on it. Yours and your children's well-being too.
Nov. 22, 2013: In a cool, wind-swept verandah by the sea I sit, still, filling my senses with fat, fleecy clouds and rain-washed green leaves.
A brown rose stem pokes thru de ol' almond tree and does a Bollywood move. "Ain't de verandah better than tv?" the cool sea-wind says to me.
Dec. 17 2013: My sun's risen in your far-away sky, and your silver moon's shining in my room tonight, and both say that east and west can meet.
And the white sugar-cane flower, invisible in the sun, waves her finery like a dancer in the moonlight by the sea, blowing kisses.
In my new home:
Feb. 8 2014: Almost evening, feet on windowsill, sea-wind washes over me, Indian tunes on radio…ahh, life in the tropics, still no proper Internet!
Feb. 14, 2013: Moon's a lamp between two palm trees, lighting de ocean in de east. De silvery water quivers in de high wind, looks like a mermaid’s playground.
Mar. 1, 2014: Me drunk with sea-wind. In background, SarahBrightman singing in Spanish.
Mar. 5, 2013: They think I'm nuts, a crazy woman begging the sane. "Please don't use pesticide, weedicide, it will pollute the sea, the things we eat."
Mar. 29, 2014: Ay yai yai, glorious sunny day, Brazilians' barbecue wafting up, dry palm fronds swinging in de tree to sea-wind song.
Apr. 5. 2014: Outside, Ocean plays her ancient song of journeys. Inside, Mohammed Rafi on black and white film sings of love and dreams.
Apr. 15, 2014: Verandah view: sea is silk, morning's cool and smells of wood. Some fat flies are trying to spew all over this. Ahh, life in the tropics.
Apr. 18, 2014: De bamboo chimes a-gobblin', de pipe chimes a-clinkin' an de sea's a-soughin', heavin' heavy sighs as cars tear past on de asphalt.
Apr. 19, 2014: Through de kitchen door, de ocean looks heavy and full. So high she is, I look at de ocean eye-to-eye!
Apr. 21, 2014: A garden, fragrant flowers; Irish "auntie" and the whistling doc, bread, jam, juice, sea wind, kites above, laughter from the seawall.
May 3, 2014: My day's begun: watching the foaming on the sea; prayers, three gunshots heard outdoors. And now listening to a Jeffrey Iqbal song.
May 9, 2014: ...the sun's risen, is casting golden light on the silver sea. The sea shimmers with such beauty, I can't take it in, I have to look away.
May 16, 2014: If I could weave a hammock today, it would be from the sea today, grey & white and lulling with an old, old song.
May 25, 2014: ...de silver rain and de grey-white sky blend-up mist with de ocean, churnin' milky foam towards land, and I run into de balcony to dream...