Life in a remote village rarely goes exactly as planned. Today brought two unexpected problems. One was solved by the kindness of an 80-year-old neighbor. The ...

After a month away, I'm back in my tiny fishing village on Amami Oshima. Twenty-nine people. This has become my longevity laboratory and a base from which I ...

Every few weeks, I pass through Narita. Not just the airport. The town. It has become part of my rhythm. Leaving Tokyo, I slow down before returning to my ...

Every day looks familiar… until you notice it isn’t. A quiet reminder that life, and curiosity, are renewed each morning. #Curiosity #Mindfulness ...

Walking around a Japanese castle during cherry blossom season. Moats were designed to protect—keeping outsiders out, and insiders in. Years ago, a mentor ...

It`s Cherry blossom season in Japan. Each spring, people gather under the sakura with friends, family, and colleagues—celebrating their beauty while knowing it ...

Three days in the same bay. Wednesday calm. Thursday rain. Friday wind. Life near the sea offers a simple reminder: The weather keeps us humble and shapes ...

Out in the middle of the bay, the boat rises and falls without much effort. Tied to the wall, I adjust the lines throughout the day. The tide is the same. ...

I moved the boat today. The water was mirror smooth. Mountains resting in their own reflections. For an hour it felt like I wasn’t moving at all. Sometimes ...

I’ve been provisioning the boat. Somewhere between oranges and bleach, I managed to fall. Nothing to dramatic — just a swollen elbow and a reminder. ...

Still on land tonight at Mitsu`s house. He allows me to use his guest room as a wrirting room and storage The boat is close. The weather decides the timing. ...

Back in Buren Bay. I haven’t stepped aboard yet. I’m just looking. Belonging doesn’t always arrive loudly. Sometimes it’s already there. Field notes from ...

Back on Amami — but not back on the boat. In places like this, the weather decides the pace. Slow travel isn’t just about moving slowly. Sometimes it’s about ...

This leg of the journey was meant to be by sea. A storm changed that. The logistics shifted — the question behind the journey didn’t. Field notes from the ...

Osaka moves fast and full of energy. In a few hours, I’ll be heading south — toward a different sense of time. Both are Japan. That difference shapes how ...

Some of the best thinking doesn’t happen when you arrive. It happens in between - when you’re moving , but not rushing. Field notes from the journey