Journey to the Moon

We are almost always anchored out in a quiet, secluded cove to experience the wonder of the
Full Moon every month. But this was the first time that we scheduled an ocean crossing at the
time of the full moon. Crossing over from Mallorca to the island of Corsica there was nothing but
ocean and light from the Mother. Two full nights of magic and surreal light dancing and playing on the waves. An awesome journey within itself.....

The pictures of Mother Moon rising out of Yemaya did not work as the moisture of the atmosphere was just too intense. So you will just have to use your imagination ! Sunset is always awesome out on the open ocean and those pictures did come out. So sunrise and sunset, moonrise and moon set all magical and intensely powerful.

Born of water
cleansing, powerful
healing, changing
I am.............

The Fish Spa

The Fish Spa.....Sounds like a place where little fish come to get pampered and massaged, doesn't it ? Wrong. Quite the contrary. This was one of the last crazy, new experiences we decided to try before sailing away from Palma. It is a place where one goes and sticks his or her feet in a little tank full of little guppie-type fish and they have a blast nibbling, eating and exfoliating the dead skin on your feet. Talk about a pedicure!!!!!

It is supposed to be relaxing, but Willow got a little "wigged out" when they nibbled on the underside of her toes, but Richard was having such a good time that she stuck it out. So the question is....are our feet clean, soft and free of dead skin? Maybe a little, but more that anything it was a new experience. Oh yeah, we could have just gone in for the everyday pedicure but sometimes you just have to experience the weird unknown .....

It's time to move on and out of our wonderful, comfortable island of Mallorca. We find ourselves teetering between the realms of "easy and comfortable" and "new and expanding". Just like the Fish Spa, do we stay within what we know or move into new territory where we will be pushing against the comfort zone to grow and expand with the new experience. It is a fine balance and one that we are always experimenting with. We intend to live in the "ease band" but that is not a place of sameness or easiness. It is a place of ease and comfort "within", while experiencing the new, unknown or even uncomfortable "without."
So.....here we go, crossing over to the French Island of Corsica to experience the new. New country, new culture, new language, new harbors, new cell phones and internet, and a two day/ night ocean voyage to get there. And yes, we both acknowledge that we notice a little anxiety as we cast off. So here we go to once again step outside of the familiar and expand our boundaries and see if there is growth and magical expansion in France.

Playing in the Mud !!!!!

Guess who? Yes, we know it is hard to believe it is us....but, when was the last time you played in the mud?

We anchored off of one of our favorite little islands called Espalmador just south of Ibiza. We were here 3 years ago and enjoyed watching people walk to the center of the island and come out all mudded and after letting it dry, washing it all off in the ocean. We read about the natural mud pit and altho, it stinks like sulphur there really aren't any known health benefits. Willow, with her supernatural smelling nose said "no way".
Well, never say "never". This year after watching the "mudders" coming and going for several days we decided to check it out. After walking inland we looked at the big mud pit, said oh what the hell, stripped down (after all this is Ibiza and why ruin a good bathing suit in stinky mud) and jumped in. It really was great fun slathering mud on each other and well, all covered in mud we could deceive ourselves into believing we were covered up and began our trek back to the beach to sit like fudgesicles until it dried. And well, the pictures tell it all and it really was such fun getting so dirty !!!!





Back anchored off of the south side of Ibiza we just had to clean ourselves up and go salsa dancing at the very loud and busy beach nightclub. No one can deny our flexibility and zest for "variety being the spice of our life".

In fact, it was so much fun that we went back another night.....




We spent one day going to the "Hippie Market" to shop for gypsy, hippie goddess clothing for "you know who". You know, Ibiza is where all the old hippies of the world come to dwell. Also, new hippies. Just lots of hippies and we felt right at home. Ibiza is intriging in that there is an edginess to it within the reality of non-conformity. And that in itself challenges to check within and explore our own uniqueness.

We love the old walled citadel around Ibiza City and the cobblestone streets....



Also, the sand art along the beaches....



But as always, we tire quickly of so much "doing" activity and long for the quiet coves and clear water to drop anchor in until it is time to sail into the sunset once again.....




Last years season seemed to have the theme of "fear and danger" whereas this year it feels like "ease, fun and creativity". Both playgrounds are valid, worthy and capable of great teachings and opportunities for growth. We honor both and realize that the contrast is needed to balance one another and give us greater clarity in what we "do" want--Thus providing the chance to intend and create deliberately. And yes, we are having great fun and growing with ease into greater creative endeavors, at least in this moment of now.

Elvis in Ibiza

Few of you know, and it has been a well-kept secret, but Elvis is alive and living on the island of Ibiza. We were here on the island 3 years ago and lo and behold we saw Elvis and he even sang to the Willow Girl. Well, here we are again on the island of Ibiza and guess who we ran into again? Yeah, you got it---Elvis, still thriving and singing his heart out. In fact, without all of that southern cooking, he has actually lost weight and looks quite good in his tight fitting blue jumpsuit. Here's a current picture of him singing once again to Willow.


We had a spectacular sailing day over from Mallorca to Ibiza, great winds and gentle seas with lots of sunshine. So here we are after a few days in port with Elvis, lazing around the island in beautiful coves luxuriating. Swimming, sunning, stargazing....just keeping it simple.

We explore this concept of "keeping it simple" as we notice and dance with those thoughts or things that intrude. What an exploration it is....

Full Moon in Mallorca Again

The fertile celestial egg is once again traveling the night sky in her perfect cycle, full of light for us to behold. We look and really "see" her magnificent light and then look and really "see" our own magnificent light within. As above, so below.....

It was Full Moon in Capricorn and so it was especially significant to honor the
Capricorn Captain in all of his Fullness !!!

Visions of Palma

Palma, Mallorca has become one of our favorite (if not, "the" favorite) cities in Europe. In fact, we feel that we now know it....it has become ours. So, we wanted to share a few pictures to convey just how special it is, knowing that it is difficult to express the feeling and aliveness of this wonderful city with just pictures.



Lots of Sangria, of course.....

Palma Cathedral from the 1600's....

Goddess in all her power just outside our marina....





Your chariot awaits you....

Street mimes as art.....




Willow playing in the water as usual.......

Festival of San Juan in Palma, Mallorca

Imagine Halloween, the Day of the Dead, 4th of July, a Kiss Rock Concert and thousands of people undulating to primal native drums….. All together and on steroids !!! And trust us when we say that does not even begin to describe the Festival of San Juan here in Palma, Mallorca.

We found ourselves along with thousands of others in the park near the Cathedral listening to Celtic music and participating in what was described to us as a celebration of Summer. As we anticipated observing the show and goings on we got closer to a boat coming to shore with torches of fire. And without warning we were no longer observers but forced participants in a totally surprising and somewhat fearful dance with the devil, the darkness and death. At least a hundred devils with fiery torches jumped out of the boat and began chasing through the crowds. We simply could not escape and had no idea what was going on as fireworks began raining down on our heads and all around us along with the surprise attacks of fire from the devils.

This “fun” lasted for over an hour, and we finally got with the program, altho Willow still used her Captain as a shield and hid behind him from the forging devils and “pouring from heaven fireworks“. They sure know how to party here in Palma and we were glad to be here to experience it.

Check out this You Tube Video of the festival and you might get a little taste of it altho the video and attached photos can’t even begin to describe it. You just had to be there….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=20n-L8jDAC4