Tempus Fugit

My how the days fly by.  I mean to write something every day, but then a week has passed and nothing gets written.  I get so busy LIVING my life, that I don’t always do the best job of documenting it.  I do the same with taking pictures.  I bring cameras with me all the time, but one would never know it because very rarely does the camera actually make it out of the case and into my hand for a photo.   And I am the exact same with writing recipes when I cook.  I am so into the process that if I try to stop to write down what I am doing, it doesn’t come out the same.  No matter how many times people ask me for a cookbook, I can’t seem to be able to create recipes (nor do I use them actually ; )



I turned 39 years old on February 18th.  I am most known for having lived in a tree for 2 years.  That was 14 years ago that I returned to Terra Firma.  14 years.  So very, very much has happened in those years.  I have travelled to many different countries and all over the US doing what I know to do to support the people, places, animals, and causes that I care deeply for and doing my best to inspire people into caring, conscious, committed ACTION.  I have been locked up in jail in the US and thrown into prison in Ecuador.  I have helped plant gardens and done what I could to protect others from being destroyed.  I have helped start a few different organizations, helped launch numerous more, coached even more, and have raised millions of dollars for organizations all across the US and all over the world.  I have sat with children and with elders and every age in between. I have worked on political campaigns and in peaceful, direct action and civil disobedience.  I have loved deeply and fiercely and have had my share of heartbreak and grief.  I have struggled to find health and home and to figure out how to care for my personal ecology in the midst of all I have done and continue to do for the external ecology.  I have learned to surf (although not so good at it ; ) and to scuba dive.  I have made many delicious meals for friends and FRamily.  I have acted kind, caring, and committed; and I have acted mean and hateful and apathetic.  14 years has flown by. 



39 years in some ways have flown by and in other ways feel like lifetimes.  I have had such a crazy wild ride of a life.  Back in the day when there were negotiations for a theatrical film about my life (never happened) I thought how crazy it was that in my late 20’s to early 30’s there was the possibility there was going to be a LIFE STORY about my life at 20 to 30 years old!  CRAZY!  And now, I am almost in my 40’s.  A whole new decade approaches.  I do feel like I have lived lifetimes in my almost 40 years.  My friends—from BEFORE Luna days—used to tell me I should write a book about my life because of all that happened to me leading up to what I am now semi-famous for.  And then there is the book that was written, mostly about a 2-year stretch of my life.  And now I am doing boring things like trying to grow my own food in the tropics and swimming in the sea and fixing things that fall apart and decay and rust (because that is a constant in the tropics.)  Of course, I still do a whole lot of work on behalf of all I care about, but I have definitely carved out a whole lot more time for myself and my own well-being. 


After coming down from Luna, I got so sick of people always asking me what my “next big thing” was going to be.  I got to the point where I started asking people in response, what their FIRST big thing was going to be!  I did not climb Luna to break records, become semi-famous, try to become some kind of leader, have people set me on pedestals or rip me off them.  I climbed Luna and ended up staying because it was all I knew to do to try to make a difference.   BT, DT, and AT (Before Tree, During Tree, and After Tree) seem to now be the segments of my life.  It’s weird and sometimes frustrating as all get out, but I guess the same goes for a lot of people who go through some major thing in their life.  I may always be known as, “The Girl Who Lived In The Tree,” but to me, I am just the girl living.  Living my life the way I feel called.  Paying attention to the times, I have strayed from that and made choices out of feelings of obligation or just because I was too tired to try to stand up for myself.  I have tattooed to my wrist now, “To Thine Own Self Be True” to remind me that that is my highest calling.  To be true to myself does not mean perfection and it doesn’t mean trying to make every else happy.  At 39 years old, I feel like maybe, just maybe, I am finally catching up with my own life—even as it still seems to fly so very, very fast right on by.


Here is to truly living our lives in our most radically authentic and loving way possible, and to remembering to appreciate the miracles and magic of the moments…because they do seem to fly so very, very fast by.




Published in: on February 26, 2013 at 10:25 pm  Comments (19)  

The Gift That Continues Giving

Hello Friends,

In case you did not read my blog post last month, 2 dear friends/family FRamily asked for their friends to do something out of the ordinary in kindness in honor of their birthdays.  I was so touched by their generosity in the face of tragedy (spurred by the shootings at Sandy Hook Elementary School) that i wanted to truly stretch beyond my normal giving nature, so i chose to donate to a different organization each month for a year.  To see the inspiration behind my commitment, go to:  http://28acts.tumblr.com/ 

Last month, i contributed to the Winnemem Wintu.  This month, i am contributing to another amazing Native American organization Honor The Earth 


There are so many reasons to support Native People’s organizations– from giving back to those who have had their sacred places and homes stolen and destroyed, to honoring and supporting those who have had a deep relationship to being one with a place, and the list goes on and on.  Another reason i have given often over the years to various Native organizations and communities is because one of the ways racism shows up in the environmental movement is that LESS than 2% of ALL environmental funding goes to Native People.  So, for me as a person who cares deeply for the Earth and comes from white European descent, it is absolutely crucial to my integrity and to all i care about, to contribute in this way.

A truly fantastic organization is Honor The Earth– working on Energy Justice, Youth Leadership, and Building Resilience.  In the words of a woman i have so much deep appreciation for, Winona Laduke, “Power is in the earth; it is in your relationship to the earth.”

It is my joy and honor to support the important work of Honor The Earth this month in my year-long commitment to contributing to the work i care deeply about.

As we approach Valentine’s Day, please show some love for Honor The Earth by joining me in financially supporting their work (any level of contribution is a true gift.)  

Or if another organization’s work is really speaking to you right now, please make a Love Offering this month in honor and support of their work.

Love and Gratitude,



Published in: on February 13, 2013 at 5:24 am  Comments (5)  

Love Is In The Air

Hi Friends,


I came across this article today, and I love it on so many levels. As it is a Sunday and so many people who call themselves Christians (followers of Christ) see this as a very important and religious day, I felt it was even more important to post this today.  Jesus’ teaching was so much focused on love and kindness and inclusion. My heart breaks at the amount of hypocrisy in the religion and how it seems so few of his followers seem to truly live his teachings:



May all beings everywhere, be happy, peaceful, and free.  And this includes the freedom to be with and marry (or not) whomever we feel called and compelled by love to. 





Published in: on February 11, 2013 at 3:12 am  Comments (4)  

In Honor Of Home

Today i picked up friends who have come to visit.  My one friend i have not seen in years.  She and i have known each other since the days of the Luna action. i am so thrilled to be able to host her and her partner in my home.  i am thrilled that i have a home to host them in.

For many, many years i have been moving from one place to the next, never really putting down roots.   After doing that for so long, i started to desire a place to “nest.”  

As i sit here writing this, one sweet kitty, Fabio, purrs near me on his perch.  He likes being close by me much of the time.  His sister, CiCi, is hanging out in her favorite room upstairs.  She likes to know she can come find me when she wants, but definitely is more of the loner and enjoys her little hiding perches.  i knew once i felt able to be a guardian to a furry friend, that for sure would be the sign that i was putting down roots. 

i know that “home is where your heart it” and “home is where you hang your hat” and other such cheezy, well-meaning lines, but the reality for me is that after spending so much of my life never completely unpacking, living out of storage units, and staying with friends, i really longed for a place to call my little spot, my home, my place where i can have a well-stocked kitchen, a garden, and cats (these being in my highest priority categories of what makes a place feel like home.)  

And speaking of kitchens (and as an ode to all of you who constantly tell me you love when i post about food ; )  today, i made my friends veggie soft tacos.  The only thing is, if you have never had tortillas made from fresh ground corn masa, you don’t know what a real tortilla experience is.  The difference between tortillas made from corn flour vs. tortillas made from ground whole kernels of corn can not be put into words… but i will try… it is like the difference between a Ferrari and a Fiat, an outfit made of polyester on a hot day or one of brushed organic cotton, hemp, or flax, a $5 bottle of wine or a $500 bottle (ok maybe a $50 bottle but you know what i mean ; ) Yes, really, no joke, BIG, HUGE difference!!!  

So, on our amazing fresh corn tortillas, we piled sauteed veggies, hummus (yes, my famous hummus ; ), avocado, lettuce, tomatoes, and hot sauce.  AND, as if that were not enough, we ate them on my new roof deck overlooking the Caribbean Sea and the second largest barrier reef in the world on one side, the lagoon with all kinds of birds on the other, and parakeets, pelicans, and cormorants flying above us.  Yep… that’s my kind of meal!

Although, i get and appreciate the importance of appreciating wherever i am (as in, “Home is where your heart is), i am so deeply grateful for and loving the opportunity i have now to have finally unpacked from all my boxes, have a garden, and a well-stocked kitchen with which to feed people i love.  It makes a world of difference for the small world of “Julia.”


Love, Laughter, and Good Food,




Published in: on February 7, 2013 at 1:12 am  Comments (6)  

Blah, Blah, Blah, etc… : )

Hi Friends,


i sit down to write with nothing in my mind to write, but i want to keep to trying to write even when i have nothing to write.

My, how many “write”s can i fit in one sentence?  Well, apparently 4.  : )

i really need to try to start writing earlier in the day.  These last days, i get so tired early that  i can’t seem to generate interesting and creative things to write.  

Upcoming blogs will cover food, friends, fun, and awesome organizations that i support and work with in various ways.

OK, that’s it.  That’s my big posting for today.  ; )




Published in: on February 6, 2013 at 2:13 am  Comments (7)  

Hidden Gifts… AKA… Poisonous Rash

Hi Friends,


My desire to write something interesting and worthwhile is tempered with the reality that i am dealing with blisters, bursting, pouring toxic liquid allover my itching, burning body.  Ah, yes, the joys of poisonous plants.  Or in my case, dirt.  Yep, my karma is that i don’t get a form of poison ivy from the tree.  i get it from dirt.  

i have been trying every form of everything recommended and no sooner than i clear it up in one spot then it bursts out in another. 

As i sat here wondering if i was going to be able to post anything meaningful, i asked the poison to teach me beyond the physical. Because i know that nothing happens for a reason.  No really nothing happens for a reason.  Anyone who tells you otherwise is missing a crucial component.  The reality is, everything happens.  That’s it.  Everything happens, and the reason is what we make of it.  We are the ones that create the reason. 

So the reality is i got a bumpy, boiling, bursting, itching rash.  i get to choose a reason, so this time i asked it to teach me something.  And what is showed me is that i (and most, if not all of us) have toxins hidden inside of us.

i did not get the poisonous rash from the plant itself.  i got it from working with sacks of soil that somehow had the poison hidden in the soil.  

i think about the life coaching i do with people.  i LOVE the coaching experience.  i truly LOVE it on so many levels!!  And one of the most common areas we look at and work on, is the hidden places in ourselves that set us up for failure.  Those hidden toxins that hide behind things we think are “fine.”  

They are the toxins that keep popping up over and over until we uncover the source, the root, and work on healing from the ground, up and the inside, out.  

Just like this poisonous rash that was hidden in sacks of soil, what toxins from our past lie hidden inside of ourselves, popping up over and over again–maybe wearing different maks–but basically being the same issue showing up over and over again?

So, as i sit here trying not to scratch myself into bloody oblivion, i am inviting in the wisdom to look into my life and see what toxins lie hidden from my first and immediate view, so that i might heal and transform them.  


If i must deal with the physical hell of this itching, burning, rash, then the least i can do is get some good lessons from it.


May we all look with fierce love into the hidden parts of ourselves to uncover the toxins that lie there, not so we might judge, but rather heal and transform, so that the soil of our souls can become the healthy, fertile gardens we are meant and called to be.




Published in: on February 3, 2013 at 4:59 am  Comments (9)  

Writing Just For the Sake Of Writing

Yes.  It is true.  i missed another posting.  That makes three.  Am i out?

Well, i am very much enjoying the challenge of the writing process, even though i have missed some days. Sometimes, days just fly by and before i know it, the day is over without having written anything.  (Yes, i know that’s a lot of “days” in only two sentences.  ; )

As it turns out, tonight, i am tired and although i had things i was going to write, it just isn’t going to happen tonight.  But, i wanted to write something just so another day did not go by with me failing on my commitment to write every day. 

As an aside note, i got a form of poison oak/ivy from dirt sacks that i got to plant some fruit trees in my yard.  Well, actually, it’s not too far an aside as that is part of why i am tired, from not sleeping great last night as my face, neck, and hands are covered in the itching, burning rash.  Oh, what fun!

So, that is my post.  Life is sometimes profound and sometimes just mundane, every day, running errands, and dealing with poisonous rashes.  There are some people who try to make mundane things all kinds of profound.  And sometimes, i am in to that too.  But not tonight. Tonight, i have written, i have slathered myself in a ground-up poultice of a plant that helps pull out the toxins from the rash, and now, i will go to sleep.


Good night.





Published in: on February 1, 2013 at 2:16 am  Comments (3)