Yours Truly on the TV

A few months ago I did an interview with NationTV 22 in Bangkok for the show Mong Rao Mong Lok / มองเรามองโลก.

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me & Veenarat Laohapakakul, who asks wonderful questions

Here’s the full show that aired this weekend in Thailand –– it’s in Thai, but the interview is in English with subtitles! Hope you enjoy:


Happy Holidays!


Beautiful people of the Internet,

Sending big love your way from a river town in New Zealand where I am hunkered down for a few months to work on writing a book proposal.

It’s slow going and there are lots of little projects to get out of the way before the nitty gritty book proposal production happens HOWEVER — I am in good company.

I’m housesitting for an ex-Buddhist nun and her petulant cat, Dostoyevsky. I’m blasting Amy Winehouse’s album Frank. It’s the time of night when the sky turns indigo. I’m getting back into the swing of rowing and have been invited to race early on in January. I’m going to spend xmas with one of my favorite families on this island. Strawberries are in season and I’m eating them by the handful. I celebrated the solstice in the company of friends. I ate carrot cake in the shape of the sun. I chased kids around a paddock. The sky was sherbet. My hair smells like woodsmoke.

This time six months ago I welcomed the shortest day of the year in Australia. I gave my friend an asymmetrical haircut, communed with some sassy chickens, rode a penny farthing, learned how to drive a stick shift, and drove this here fine manual truck over a mountain, through lots of muddy puddles, OVER A TREE, and to a waterfall.


I stalled my parents’ car so many times when I was learning to drive a stick that I thought this day would never come!

Australian mud is red & good.

Safe to say: that winter solstice was one of the butchest days of my life, and also pretty darn wonderful.


solstice sunset in Canberra, Australia — June 2015

This time last year I was in Tuvalu, finding the groove of living on a small island, and about to celebrate a very Tuvaluan Christmas.


Tuvalu Blue (Funafuti) — December 2014 

In other news:

I have an article that TERRIFIES ME TO SHARE (embrace the vulnerability, yep) coming out between xmas and new years,

— you guys you guys it’s for Buzzfeed! More on that soon —

… plus a photo feature on the way for a digital mag. Ohhhhhhgoodness get to work Devi, there are deadlines to meet!

So many things make my heart sing.

Merry, merry.

This has been the year of the bike.

Hugs to you and yours.


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Hey World, I Made a Video!

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This artistic experiment made possible by Patreon backers ( Thank you so much for your support!

These shots were taken while sailing south along the east coast of Australia (Fitzroy Island to Bermagui) aboard the SV Pelican, October 2015.

I’ll always remember October 2015 as the month I spent more time at sea than on land.


P.S. Something funky happened with the audio during the dolphin shot at the end
it’s all good.

This film is a little rough around the edges.
I’m a little rough around the edges.
Film is a new media for me.

I’m a work in progress. I’m learning.

Thanks for being here. I love sharing snippets of the journey with you.

Big love,

Burn Your Maps

Hey beautiful people,

Life update:

The ocean has given me a gift

in the form of a zig-zag pattern

and I said yes.


gorgeous graffiti I saw inside a toilet block in Bateman’s Bay yesterday

I’m on my way back to New Zealand to live and to write for a while.

I’m going to write a book proposal.

Wish me luck.

I’m in Sydney now and soon to step on a cargo ship heading towards Aotearoa. I’ll be away from the internet Oct 24 – Nov 1 while at sea.


on the ferry to a friend’s home — the icon in all its glory

I will always remember Oct 2015 as the month I spent more time on the water than on land. Being on the water makes me happy.


aboard the SV Pelican

More soon,



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Mer-Cyclist Update from Fitzroy Island

This sea-goddess in training puked three times in the first 12 hours. Bumpy seas. I felt like a deflated vegetable.

Praise Poseidon & Sedna — my stomach has since settled. We caught and ate a big fish. I’m learning the art of surrendering to motion. My crew member Jenny Haldiman was outstanding and stroked my head until I fell asleep.


the horizon line is an accurate representation of how bumpy the ocean is. wheeeeee! 

Everything is brand new.

Babe the guitar is a life saver.

Early morning swims make me feel so so alive.

I’m now well enough to have a job: CHIEF DISH WASHER / SOUX GALLEY WENCH. Bada boom. I love being useful.

Big love,

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Dreaming on the Water

Devi is learning how to harness the wind…

& will be away from the internet for a few weeks at sea––thank you for your patience!

Last night I slept on a boat for the seventh time in my life.

The first was as a Girl Scout visiting Mystic Seaport in Connecticut, circa 2002. My troop, Troop 531 (why I remember this number is beyond me. Memory is a strange and beautiful landscape), and I slept in rows of bunks under the deck.

As a ten year old who walked the line between caution and intrepidity daily, I was almost too excited to sleep. I tied my unruly curls back in a blue bandana and closed my eyes.

I dreamed I was a whale. What wild voices they have.

My second night at sea was on an overnight ferry crossing from Funafuti, Tuvalu to Nukufetau, one of Tuvalu’s outer islands (there are eight): Christmas 2014. I traveled with my friend Losite to visit her family for the holiday.


Losite & me

On the boat, which Losite nicknamed “the stinky boat”, I lived for a day and a half eating only coconuts and breakfast crackers, curled up on a woven mat on the deck along with the rest of the passengers, all Tuvaluan. I read Sharon Creech books to keep me from feeling seasick / overwhelmed.

The boat was delayed by eleven hours at the outset because we were waiting for a priest, and of course messengers of God have the power to delay departures!

We hit a storm that lit the sky up pink in the middle of the night.

I survived.


Christmas Eve sunset from Nukufetau, Tuvalu, 2014


Christmas at Losite’s parents’ home

The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth nights were aboard a cargo ship called the Spirit of Shanghai that took me across the Tasman Sea.

The boat’s engine is the size of a house and hums constantly as it carries some 3000 containers from port to port. Everything shakes.

On the third day of travel between New Zealand and Australia we hit a low-pressure system. A particularly large wave almost bounced me from the bed onto the floor.


aboard the Spirit of Shanghai, May 2015

I learned to laugh at myself for walking into walls. I was so proud for not puking. One of the Malaysian crew members pointed to me and said: “You’re strong.”

My seventh night is here, now: aboard Far Fetched, a 38-foot yacht headed from Australia to Indonesia. I’m a new crewmember. I ask questions. I sleep on the starboard settee across from the galley in the main saloon. Last night I wrapped myself in a sheet and woke up like a burrito with two raindrops falling on my head from a light sprinkling of rain. I closed the hatch.


People in Townsville have been telling me all week how this is the driest year they can remember. Hopefully more rain comes for them soon.

For the last two days we stayed put at the Townsville Marina, stocking up on provisions and waiting for a new head gasket for the outboard engine. In a few hours, if all goes according to plan, we’ll hit the high seas.


I’m learning things, little by little:

1 minute = 1/60 of a degree of latitude = 1 nautical mile

a winch ≠ a wench

Pressure cookers work wonders for cooking chickpeas in a pinch. Yes, there will be hummus and my favorite gluten-free blondie recipe later on tonight.

The toilet is called the head and has an elaborate, hand-pumped flushing system. The two men on the boat pee into bottles. Myself and the other woman pee in the head, unless we are at a marina in which case we walk up to use their toilets. Gender is weird. I have never before wished for a detachable penis, but it sure would make peeing on board a bit easier. #realtalk


I feel like I’m on the inside of a tree.

(more photos of the interior to come… just have to leave now, so time is limited!)

Here’s the thing about boats: they hold you, they roll you, they wake you up and lull you back to sleep and somewhere in this space between all-out exhausted and wakefulness, dreaming happens.


Bike as seen from the port side galley window. (It’s only temporarily strapped outside — once we get underway, the bike will come below deck).

Sending love, light, and a healthy dose of buoyancy your way.


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P.P.S. Have ya’ll ever slept on a boat? I would love to hear your stories!


Sun into Water into Wind

Good morning, world!

I’m channeling the strength of the oceans and the gorgeous ferocity of the wind because HOLY GOODNESS, in T minus 32 hours I step foot on a yacht called Far Fetched that will take me as far as Thursday Island and, if it works out, to Indonesia from there.

… and this isn’t even the exciting news that I have to share with you all!!! That’s coming later on today.

THANK YOU to everyone who has helped me get to this point. It’s a new beginning, a blue beginning.


a line from a Bill Manhire poem in Wellington Harbor, New Zealand

Watch as I greet what comes.