About me

Cartographer, teacher, spiritual explorer, still working on the “wisdom” part of growing older (but not up) …

I am a man, going my own way, sometimes drifting with the current, sometimes bucking against wind and wave.  Sailing is my pleasure, my future, and my metaphor of this existence.

“BeijaFlor,” obviously, is a nom de plume.  It’s Portuguese for “hummingbird” – literally, “kiss-flower”, based on the way those tiny birds spend their lives.  I chose it as the name for my first sailboat, a 19-foot pocket cruiser, changing it from the far-too-grandiloquent name given by its previous owners.  And when I got interested in the manosphere, “BeijaFlor” appealed to me as a fun “handle” for my commentary and posts.

Every life’s journey is a “long strange trip,” to lift a quote from Jerry Garcia.  I’ve probably been some places you haven’t visited, or even suspected of having existence.  You’ve probably been some places hidden from my perspective.  I’d like this to be a space where we can sit back, crack a cold one, and swap stories … Of course, I’ll have to start with mine; that’s the solipsism of the blogosphere.  As one of Lazarus Long’s twin sisters put it, “Sometimes she goes away, but I’m always right here.”