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I just recently returned from a five month journey India. Check back soon to see my multimedia memoirs of my lovely journey.

Blurry Fever

Life is full of little moments. Little dreamy moments. Moments when we turn off the flash and click a picture that is blurry, to capture the moment in its honesty-- life just isn't always clear. It's full of surealness. Full of soft edges and yellow hues. These little moments are the moments that pulse with perception. And are the moments that make the dream of life really feel like a dream.

KKK in NYC

Y2K was sneaking up on us. Guiliani was making a mess of the city. Mumia was still on death row. And the Klan came to NYC.

Thousands of protesters and a little bit of the Klan rallied at Foley square in downtown Manhattan. I walked the crowd listening. Everyone was there. Some screaming their stories. Some just working the social scene. Free Mumia activists handed out information on there cause.

Rainbow Country

I attended my first National Rainbow Gathering in 1999, at the Allegany National Forest in Pennsylvania, and I fell in love-- with nature, with people, with the vibes. There is no official definition of Rainbow Family since it is an unofficial, unorganized community that stretches globally. To me the simplest description of the gathering is a big beautiful party in the woods. Unlike most parties though, it's a very conscious one. It's a celebration of peace + love + the earth. Community kitchens cook and serve food. There is a ton of music. It's full of hugs + smiles. And most important to me, it claims an enlightened sense of inner peace + tranquility.

In the summer of 2001, I was laid off from my job and had the blessed opportunity to travel with my oldest friend Arjun. Arjun has been on the road leading a Rainbow lifestyle for as long as he's been Arjun. Travelling and living out of his car, making most of his income through sharing his passion-- his music.

We started in Idaho at the National Gathering and toured the West Coast. Going to hot springs, music festivals, eating all you can eat vegan buffet in Seattle-- wherever the vibes took us. I met the most beautiful, giving, shanti beings on this journey. They opened my mind + soothed my soul. The journey continues, the memories countless. This selection of photos is some of the faces I've met along the way. Welcome Home!

Blessed

In 1999, I went to visit my friend Kellye who was serving in the Peace Corps in Jamaica, and I fell in love with Jah magic. I remember that first time when I landed in Kingston. The heat consumed me, almost as much as the excitement, as I walked out of the airport.

The 2 1/2 hour drive to Kellye's home took 5 hours, because in Jamaica there is no need to hurry. The ride made me dizzy. Climbing hills. Rolling greenery. With every turn there was something new to see. Red gold + green roadside stalls selling fruit, old air brake trucks carrying thousands of fresh picked bananas, and the glory of the Carribean sea at every turn. The driver fed me everything from Red Stripe to fish soup to herb.

Even more shocking then the beauty of the gentle countryside is the beauty of the people. Jamaicans have a magic to them, a humble beauty that is unmatched. The island has an unspoken poetry that touches my soul in a way that has no equal. Even the most illiterate people become the most eloquent poets when they speak. The rivers and sea are godly. The music blessed. The rhythm of the country brings peace to my heart. and nothing satisfies my soul more then being there.

It has opened my mind + soothed my soul. The journey continues, the memories countless. This selection of photos is some of the faces I've met along the way.


	India I just recently returned from a five month journey India. Check back soon to see my multimedia memoirs of my lovely journey. Blurry Fever Life is full of little moments. Little dreamy moments. Moments when we turn off the flash and click a picture that is blurry, to capture the moment in its honesty-- life just isn't always clear. It's full of surealness. Full of soft edges and yellow hues. These little moments are the moments that pulse with perception. And are the moments that make the dream of life really feel like a dream. KKK in NYC Y2K was sneaking up on us. Guiliani was making a mess of the city. Mumia was still on death row. And the Klan came to NYC. Thousands of protesters and a little bit of the Klan rallied at Foley square in downtown Manhattan. I walked the crowd listening. Everyone was there. Some screaming their stories. Some just working the social scene. Free Mumia activists handed out information on there cause. Rainbow Country I attended my first National Rainbow Gathering in 1999, at the Allegany National Forest in Pennsylvania, and I fell in love-- with nature, with people, with the vibes. There is no official definition of Rainbow Family since it is an unofficial, unorganized community that stretches globally. To me the simplest description of the gathering is a big beautiful party in the woods. Unlike most parties though, it's a very conscious one. It's a celebration of peace + love + the earth. Community kitchens cook and serve food. There is a ton of music. It's full of hugs + smiles. And most important to me, it claims an enlightened sense of inner peace + tranquility. In the summer of 2001, I was laid off from my job and had the blessed opportunity to travel with my oldest friend Arjun. Arjun has been on the road leading a Rainbow lifestyle for as long as he's been Arjun. Travelling and living out of his car, making most of his income through sharing his passion-- his music. We started in Idaho at the National Gathering and toured the West Coast. Going to hot springs, music festivals, eating all you can eat vegan buffet in Seattle-- wherever the vibes took us. I met the most beautiful, giving, shanti beings on this journey. They opened my mind + soothed my soul. The journey continues, the memories countless. This selection of photos is some of the faces I've met along the way. Welcome Home! Blessed In 1999, I went to visit my friend Kellye who was serving in the Peace Corps in Jamaica, and I fell in love with Jah magic. I remember that first time when I landed in Kingston. The heat consumed me, almost as much as the excitement, as I walked out of the airport. The 2 1/2 hour drive to Kellye's home took 5 hours, because in Jamaica there is no need to hurry. The ride made me dizzy. Climbing hills. Rolling greenery. With every turn there was something new to see. Red gold + green roadside stalls selling fruit, old air brake trucks carrying thousands of fresh picked bananas, and the glory of the Carribean sea at every turn. The driver fed me everything from Red Stripe to fish soup to herb. Even more shocking then the beauty of the gentle countryside is the beauty of the people. Jamaicans have a magic to them, a humble beauty that is unmatched. The island has an unspoken poetry that touches my soul in a way that has no equal. Even the most illiterate people become the most eloquent poets when they speak. The rivers and sea are godly. The music blessed. The rhythm of the country brings peace to my heart. and nothing satisfies my soul more then being there. It has opened my mind + soothed my soul. The journey continues, the memories countless. This selection of photos is some of the faces I've met along the way.