This long awaited collection includes all three Wayfaring Traveler books.
Wayfaring Traveler: Whale Rider of the Tide–
Homeless and scared witless, 'ah-ooga', dive-dive, Wayfarer goes plummeting into fiscal hemorrhage and diaspora. Gives most everything away; makes long journey in an old car; meets interesting characters; all the while, watching and listening. Maine island farewell to Rocky Mountain home, an odyssey of 10,000 miles.
She lives in a tent across the American West, desert, canyons, and snow peaks, a hearth fire storyteller, weaving history, earth changes, mentors, and global community.
What mattered finally? Meet-your-eye-people, truth in a handshake, the call of the wild, and seize-the-day.
Wayfaring Traveler: Call to Adventure–
Readers of Wayfaring Traveler, Whale Rider of the Tide, the first book in this series, have “pulled up a chair, and set awhile.” A cheery hey, and set ye down, if you’ve just arrived. You’ll find a hearth fire welcome here, stories of land, deep sea, deep space, and our humanity.
Friends locally have been coming up and asking, “So, where’s the sequel?” not quite grabbing me by the shirt front, but eager.
I actually thought I was done. I’d had a good run; finis. Yet the stories keep coming, in a non-linear, eclectic fashion, spanning continents and evocative time. And amazing people keep coming; I walk the world agog.
Wayfaring Traveler: Earth-Whisperers–
I had a farm, an organic farm in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. Friends who loved it called it Magic Valley–curving into another world of bright-water trout streams, rich bottom land, flower meadows and woodland, their fragrance rising to meet you.
How would it be, I’d wondered, to circle the arc of solstice and equinox living as an earth-whisperer, not a brutalizer? How to steward land, and leave it richer and more beautiful?
Was I young and foolish, starting up an organic farm, and trying to do it alone? That would be a strong maybe. But was I a fool, to try? I don’t think so. The farm brought a lot of people joy, including me. And there’s a sense of it having been a larger thought, than mine, gradually taking global form. Although prototype was not my plan of action, I had a very good run!
Wayfaring Traveler: Whale Rider of the Tide–
Homeless and scared witless, 'ah-ooga', dive-dive, Wayfarer goes plummeting into fiscal hemorrhage and diaspora. Gives most everything away; makes long journey in an old car; meets interesting characters; all the while, watching and listening. Maine island farewell to Rocky Mountain home, an odyssey of 10,000 miles.
She lives in a tent across the American West, desert, canyons, and snow peaks, a hearth fire storyteller, weaving history, earth changes, mentors, and global community.
What mattered finally? Meet-your-eye-people, truth in a handshake, the call of the wild, and seize-the-day.
Wayfaring Traveler: Call to Adventure–
Readers of Wayfaring Traveler, Whale Rider of the Tide, the first book in this series, have “pulled up a chair, and set awhile.” A cheery hey, and set ye down, if you’ve just arrived. You’ll find a hearth fire welcome here, stories of land, deep sea, deep space, and our humanity.
Friends locally have been coming up and asking, “So, where’s the sequel?” not quite grabbing me by the shirt front, but eager.
I actually thought I was done. I’d had a good run; finis. Yet the stories keep coming, in a non-linear, eclectic fashion, spanning continents and evocative time. And amazing people keep coming; I walk the world agog.
Wayfaring Traveler: Earth-Whisperers–
I had a farm, an organic farm in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. Friends who loved it called it Magic Valley–curving into another world of bright-water trout streams, rich bottom land, flower meadows and woodland, their fragrance rising to meet you.
How would it be, I’d wondered, to circle the arc of solstice and equinox living as an earth-whisperer, not a brutalizer? How to steward land, and leave it richer and more beautiful?
Was I young and foolish, starting up an organic farm, and trying to do it alone? That would be a strong maybe. But was I a fool, to try? I don’t think so. The farm brought a lot of people joy, including me. And there’s a sense of it having been a larger thought, than mine, gradually taking global form. Although prototype was not my plan of action, I had a very good run!
