I found myself in utter denial of my departure from French Polynesia. I seemed to just keep putting off the inevitable because I didn’t feel quite right about it…I wasn’t ready to leave. And how would I do everything I wanted to do in the next few months? I needed to fly home to finish my book project before October, make it to my girlfriends’ weddings, get a new dinghy, windlass motor, and chartplotter… But I didn’t want to rush through the next island groups looking for a safe place to leave Swell? Then I’d be stuck somewhere unsafe for hurricane season?…If there was one thing i’d learned, it was that sailing and rushing are like oil and water…but Swell was just getting into her sailing groove again!!? How would I…? I mulled, rolled the options over and over in my head. I woke thinking, went to sleep thinking, I was totally distracted by my dilemma…none of the options seemed to flow!?
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Before moving on read the latest entry from Trim which describes the events following an early departure. Listen to your heart.
What doesn’t break you kid…….only makes you stronger………Gypsy Livin…..
Steve, got a link to Trim?
http://www.sailblogs.com/member/trim50/
Jerry, this is the link you requested.
Were those the events of an early departure or was the vessel “stuck” in Bora Bora because they waited too long and the crossing was now a problem? I think (perhaps too much) that long passages are something to listen more to your brain on and less to your heart. But I’m at a desk too much and in the surf too little these days.
Love rests on no foundation.
It is an endless ocean,
with no beginning or end.
Imagine,
a suspended ocean,
riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.
All souls have drowned in it,
and now dwell there.
One drop of that ocean is hope,
and the rest is fear.
-Rumi
liz,
you are an inspiration! perhaps you have docked Swell and are headed home for the weddings, book project, etc. perhaps you have chosen instead to sail on…either way i hope this poem brings some clarity when that is called for and some comfort when you are feeling uncertain.
peace and love,
mark
Hi Liz..well your departure from Tahiti was a sad one.. Meeting you there with all my girls was a really fun experience.. i have some great pictures of you wake boarding in the lagoon ripping it up with Kepi on the throttle ..and sharing special moments on the beach with all our family….Truly paradise is where you find and meet people to share your love of life… see you soon again… the girls miss you and I have no doubt we will all cross paths again sooner rather than later.. Aloha for now !!
i love this poem. i love Rumi. thank you for supporting me through my haze!
–Liz