A journey into presence and equine wisdom

Bali is balance. Balance is Bali.

Kerobokan isn’t where you expect to find magic.

The first thing you notice about Green School is the sound.

Bali reminds you how to move.

I touched down in Bali and within hours was back on the superhighway that sometimes can be life here.

Well, that was the easiest eleven hours I’ve done in a while.

What's the hurry?

Autumn in LA

I went to Erewhon because I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

I wasn’t there when the Los Angeles burned earlier this year.

Touched down under the night sky, the sprawl so sprawling, and I Love LA.

Note from a Reluctant Packer

A remembrance, a repost from a previous writing, a tribute to the spirit of curiosity and courage that Jane Goodall embodied when she first set foot in Gombe, Tanzania in July 1960.

From cousins in Málaga, Brussels, Central Asia and Trinidad to my own mornings in Bali, my family is known for swapping home for elsewhere.

Some weeks in Bali run on yoga mats and green juice.

an answer to The Case Against Travel, published in the The New Yorker, By Agnes Callard, June 24, 2023

(inspired by my conversation yesterday at The Bridge, with Kai & Josie)

Ubud Style

Not Always A Spa Day

Notes from an American Abroad

Tasmania in winter is not playing

Silk and Salt Air

Weekend in Melbourne

The elephant in the room is loneliness.

The Deeper Call of Wellness Travel