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The Magic of Sailing

In Open Ocean there is an instant humility, the spatial imagery is so immense, endless water stretching to a far distant horizon, and in it my 41 by 14 foot cork seems infinitesimal. Adastra is such a small bobber within such a big sea.

When there is no land in sight, no visual connection to solid ground, I feel both fragile and mighty; a contradiction, I realize, but true never the less.

What a unique morning this is, alone with the elements. So many years, of family, home and hearth and now this one spent in total solitude. I feel like perhaps I should be missing the familiar elements of family, and yet I don't,
not today. I am totally at peace and blessed by sky, sea and God in open water. Christmas will be a very quiet one this year on Adastra.

I have the time at sail to truly imagine the miracle of Christ's birth and the amazing life that would follow. Quite different from all the years where I only had time to bustle around a stove...and be awakened at dawn by sweet, small chatter, anxious to drag me downstairs so they could see what Santa had brought. A time so special, yet gone, as the youngest of those voices is now 23, which brings my meanderings back to the boat and my "unique here and now" on this crisp, cold morning.

The never ending deep greens, blues and even black water, highlighted by white caps, froth, and silvery glimmers, refracting sun and moon and even stars, they entrance me as my only light sources, making me aware how seldom in civilization we get away from man made light. This dark at sea is magic, as dolphins play in my bow wave, all silver and blue rolling jesters, laughing at me, as a sea bird hitchhikes a while on my rail at daybreak. I am one, with the ebb and flow of a universal heartbeat and the breath of each new wave. My sails are full and ripe with wind and I enjoy their perfection as I list appropriately starboard. Crisp air stings my cheek.

For a time I am eternal and there isn't anything else in my world beyond this oneness with the motion and power, that is my watery-world. In this moment of kindred-ness nothing that has gone before matters and nothing that will come next does either.

There is an amazing sense of freeze frame, it is love, it is wonder, it is touching the face of God; in that which he has created, and it is gratitude too; for this my indomitable spirit, the one that makes me venture away from the safe and sound and sensible. This amazing, genetic memory in me, that sends we as humans, forth to venture, discover and experience that which is beyond our own back yard.

It is primal, magical and something I will Thank God for every day, that I was able to experience with our planet and with Him.

No one can ever take the magic away now. It is woven into the fabric of who I really am…. Someone unafraid to live a dream, and now experiencing unforgettable memories... Simple and yet amazing. We, a three strand cord, God, my adventure and me, totally interwoven, all a part of a plan bigger than myself. I am at peace and full of boundless joy this wintery day at sea.