the adventures of fair haven
life aboard a cutter-rigged CSY 44
The route included Gloucester, the Annisquam river, Isles of Shoals, Portland ME, island hopping in Casco Bay, Portsmouth NH, Ipswich Bay, and Marblehead. We saw sea lions and porpoise, and had a pod of whales surface 50 feet from our boat on a glassy morning a few miles off shore.
Much-needed time off the grid.
Stretch them legs
Northbound under the bklyn bridge
Good morning, Lady Liberty
sunrise while provisioning
Somebody just turned a decade...
Home Sweet Home
fiberglass and she'll be back in the quiver.
Sew Much Better
clothes-mending, funky design dreamin Christmas present ever. From my
tc. Textiles beware -there's a new gringa in town.
up our jungle house in Ciudad Colon and moved to San Antonio. This
house is much closer to Ty's office and very near my spanish school.
It's nestled up in the mountains and, fingers crossed, has less creep-
crawlies. Today while moving we came across two pals trying to hitch a
ride to the new casa. Nope, sorry guys. No tarantulas or scorpions
After unpacking our gear and grabbing a snack we were in much need of
a nice warm shower. That was just about the time the water tank fired
one of it's hoses and flooded the living room. As you can see Ty is
trying to have a good attitude as he holds a spraying pipe in his
soaked underwear at 11pm. Our new lanlord, Andres, and his 16 year old
son Paolo, are super heros and they had us dry and fixed in an hour.
mobile = $20.00. Sushi sashimi plate for two (at Lotus Garden) =
$26.00 (small diesel = cheaper gas = more sushi ;) One night at Monte
Sol cabinas = $30. Two fish sandwhiches and homemade ginger sodas =
$16. Waking up on the Caribbean and surfing Playa Grande...priceless.
This weeked was the inaugural surf trip for our new adventure vehicle.
After a drawn out process of legal/mechanical/financial hoop-jumping,
he is finally ours. A Peugeot 206 turbo diesel with a roof rack for
our precious "tablas de surf". Yes, he is French with the accompanying
attitude... His small turbo diesel engine sips fuel with a pinky in
the air. We have named him Jacque.
refreshing. It was in Xela that I received my first taste of Spanish
which is such a huge part of my current life. In a small village close
by I held my first newborn baby just 1 second old and a dream, which
will shortly become reality, began. This place illustrated the reality
of joy, found in people (your family, neighbors) rather than
possessions. At the time joined by my boyfriend, long conversations
full of dreams, heartache, and anticipation; now accompanying my best
friend and lover with comfort and accountability founded in reality
and the Lord. So, after more than 6 years, our feet hit the pavement
here in Xela with hearts full of memories, heads full of all that the
years between held, and fully content with what God has in store for
our future. Learning to stop, breathe, and enjoy.
Quite a different travel experience than the first. Minus the chickens
this time...Don Jose picked us up from Guatemala City in a car and we
enjoyed a 3 hour drive through the mountains to Xela...with mouths
wide open the whole way, enjoying the beauty of it all, just like old
at a local beachside spot...Ty recommends the Picante (cheddar,
jalapenos, olives) and I would say don't miss the Blanco (artichoke,
onions, and rosemary). Either way you'll get great waves, a chill
vibe, and friendly locals.
Missing our little people mucho.
Sunday on the front porch...
I am thankful...
For all the reasons that are keeping us far from family...I am
thankful that Stonewall Kitchens made the jungle feel like home tonight.
to Casa Anaconda.
We call this little guy Darthvador.
Make the Dangerous Choice to Dissent
Work harder, feel emptier, buy more, grow poorer...work harder. Sound familiar? That's the conventional wisdom of the omnipresent church of more, bigger, faster, cheaper, nastier, now. The problem is that the conventional wisdom isn't just wrong. If we want real human prosperity, the ability to live a live that not merely glitters, but that matters — well, then it was never right.
That's the nightmare whirling noiselessly within the dilapidated American dream. And while the dream's being furiously exported around the globe — and while the world might be seduced, despite lingering suspicion, by it — you and I know, by now, better: the paradigm that was supposed to lead us to the promised land has instead led us to this land of broken promises.
Hence, my suggestion is this: If you want to live a meaningfully better life, you're going to have to make the dangerous choice to dissent. A life lived meaningfully isn't denominated by digital friends, designer logos, or wads of paper notes. It's denominated by what you've lived, what it's worth to you, and what that's worth to humanity. That's the heart of eudaimonia, a new economic paradigm based on fulfilling human potential — not creating and marketing useless stuff. It's so different from our current conception that I had to reach back to Ancient Greece for a name I thought captured its essence. I'm developing it further in an HBR Single — a short, digital essay I'm planning to release in December. But in the meantime, here's how I see the crucial elements of a eudaimonic life:
Impact. Pursuing the paycheck first and last is a great way to spend your life desperately unfulfilled. Insanely great work isn't motivated by glittering jackpots — but by an abiding desire to, as Steve Jobs put it, make a dent in the universe. So take a deep breath and aim squarely at the lofty apex of human accomplishment — while stepping firmly onto the grimy pavement.
People. Life is about people, not product. If you're spending 80% of your time on "product", you're not fully alive. Lasting relationships aren't built by "networking" but by caring. This means investing in people, not just grinning at them. Hence, if you want to "connect," you probably have to do what's more dangerous than merely swapping email addresses or biz cards — you have to relate.
Purpose. What is the fundamental reason you are here? To conquer the next pair of designer trophy jeans? Hardly. Brands are for cattle, strategy is for games, and consumers are for "output." Human life is about lasting outcomes, not just short-term payoffs; hence, I'd say the stuff of razor-sharp purpose begins there. Which human outcomes are you here to transform?
Courage. Compromising too readily with the past never creates the future. It only recreates the past. You can't find fertile new ground by dully plodding along after the herd — you've got to veer off in a different direction. So dream bigger. Be hopelessly naïve. And persevere unflinchingly.
Self-respect. If your society's going haywire, it's up to you to begin fixing it. If your work is sucking at your soul, and you see it doing relentless damage to people and society, quit and do something else. No, it's not easy — but odds are, the axe is going to fall over the next decade anyways. Value your inner life as much as you value your outer stuff. Stop buying into marketing's spin-cycle of self-loathing — "Feeling anxious? Buy this, now!!" — and start investing your time, energy, and imagination in action instead of stuff.
The first challenge is seeing through the empty promise of opulence. But the second, tougher challenge is refuting it. To do that, we're going to have start living heretically. We're going to have not just disbelieve the conventional wisdom — we're going to have to defy it.
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Trusted steed ready for battle
More emotional heart pouring to come...