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Queen’s Ransom III is a Najad 520 from The UK; exploring the Atlantic Islands
Unwrap the Magic!
Imelda NE3
01/01/2012, Emerald Bay Marina, George Town, Great Exuma, Bahamas

Quinn and Elliott Sea Kayaking in Exuma Park

Sunday 1 January 2012

It is here, the magical year 2012!

Last night Ulric and I danced on deck and wished on a shooting star (narrowly missing Orion - or maybe The Great Hunter was the one who shot the star at us?!)


Or to quote from a shop front in Nassau: UNWRAP THE MAGIC!
(It is all around us...)

From Georgetown, Great Exuma Island, THE BAHAMAS

Ulric, Imelda, Quinn, Elliott & Brendan Almqvist


Brendan builds sand castles
On every beach
We visit

He says
Some are villages
And some are cities

When he leaves
The tide comes in
And sweeps his creations away

However, this
Does not bother Brendan
Says he:

The tide sweeps
My Spirit Cities
to the bottom of the ocean

Where spirits move in
Walk up the steps
Look out of the windows

Some fishes too
One octopus
And 8 dolphins

These cities live on
In Brendan's imagination
He visits them in his dreams

He keeps up with the news
And builds more sand castles
On every beach we visit


What happens in the knot?
Do the paths cross
Or not?

Between Sun and Moon
Light and darkness

Myself and others
The Vulcan and the Lake

Between what I know
And what I'd rather not know

Nibbling on a lemon biscuit
I ponder the Lemniscate

Lemniscatic Volatis
My birthright - he Dance of Infinite Flight

Having said that
I really want to know...

What happens in the not?
Do the paths cross
Or not?


High up on the cliffs
Somewhere in the Exuma Islands
Is perched
A blue hexagonal house

The Moon lives inside that house
And outside too
But inside the Bee House
It is always Full Moon

The people in the Bee House
Wave at passing boats
And we wave back
As we go for anchor

Darkness comes
The Bee House disappears
No longer a pale blue hex
Just a velvety void simmering above the rocks

A gap in the Milky Way
A Crescent Moon
Gives birth to a thousand sparks

Dancing on water
On a spinning Earth
Humming birds, bees, humming birth

Where have the Bee People gone?
Asks my husband, concerned until he sees
The Bonfire on the Beach

So this is how the Bee people celebrate New Year's Eve
We too gather around our fire:
The oil lamp in the cockpit and fluorescence in the water

We wish on a shooting star
2012 is here!


At midnight
The Winds of Change arrive
And rock our boat (quite literally!)

A bright orange half Moon
Chooses that moment
To drop within reach

The stars are our fireworks
One Shooting Star
Carries our wishes for 2012

The hexagonal Bee House
On the cliff top
Swings, breathes and rocks

Behind it the sky flashes, stroboscopically
The Cosmos becomes one great disco
Dancing to the Heartbeat of Mother Earth

Is this a Dream?
I ask the Winds of Change
To carry me and my prayers into 2012

I eat the Moon
One slice of exotic fruit
I drink in this moment

I become... I AM
I am a spirit ship
Sailing the Winds of Change

Disco Dancing on Deck
Imelda E2
12/31/2011, Little Farmer's Cay, Exumas, Bahamas

Swimming Pig

Saturday 31 December 2011

As we have been posting blogs at lunchtime for internet access reasons, I will start with 'last night's installment'

The Eve of New Year's Eve, around 8 pm (Infinity PM!)

I spend the Eve of New Year's Eve disco dancing on deck, in darkness, backlit by the fairy lights on boats, the stars and the moon.

Ulric has taken the dinghy to Staniel Cay for a beer and some time out.

Brendan is reading Quinn a story, Quinn giggles.

Brendan still pegs out laundry, but 'only in the evenings.'

Elliott mentions a rainbow. says Brendan: "It's a promise from God!"

Staniel Cay is pretty, mellow. We did some shopping at The Pink Pearl Grocery Store.

We visited the pigs on the beach. even saw a small white piglet coloured bright pink and orange by the sunset..

The Great Square of Pegasus appears in the night sky

Pegasus (The Winged Horse) and the Moon dance hand in hand

I find myself disco dancing on deck, homesick for Exuma Park and the skeletons of whales. the company of the ghosts at Boo Boo Hill. it is too crowded here. too many yachts.

This is the first time on a sailing voyage that we won't see a full moon - but not seeing s full moon means seeing more stars.

New Year's Eve

About 3pm here but closer to The Great Witching Hour in Europe!

I just interviewed the boys about their New Year's Resolutions for 2012


- Work towards Grade 2 Piano Exam

- Publish a weekly newspaper

- Publish a book

- "Anger management": try to develop more patience

- Help around the house a bit more

- Work towards the Sailing Grade 2 Certificate at the Ahoy! Centre


- Finish my guidebook to the Bahamas and maybe write other books

- Work on anger management control during my piano lessons

- Give people more chances .. If people annoy me: forgive them and give them another chance

- Spend less time annoying my Brothers.. Be less annoying myself.

- Trying to be more flexible.. Though the word FLEXIBLE really annoys me!!!

- Write a book about Ostar on Tiger Island.

- And that I think that is ENOUGH!


- Publish a newspaper every week

- Do the Guitar Grade 3 Exam

- Improve the band.. Lots of band practice

- Ensure I do not hand in homework late

- Be less chatty

- Continue to cook dinner once a week and use more advanced recipes

- Improve my Maths & English & Science. because I got top grades in ALL other subjects.

- Spend next Christmas in London & make it the best Christmas ever

- Find the missing family members for all my monkeys

- Complete Stage 1 Motor Boats at the Ahoy! Centre


- Achieve work-life balance

- Be more enigmatic & mysterious, less approachable and available to clients

- Be a FUN MUM, roll in the mud sometimes with my piglets

- Continue to walk The Path of Pollen

- Go through my contact book, weed & unplug


To be figured out tonight.


I talk to a man on the beach

He speaks of Michigan

And the Fresh Water Oceans

(aka The Great Lakes)

He has an appointment with the ghosts

At Boo Boo Hill

We have a date

At Thunderbird Cay


We add our footprints

To those of the


Black rats

Brown Norway rats

Cuban tree frogs

Curly-tailed lizards

Rock iguanas

We add our tracks

To those of the

Bahama fowl snakes

And pygmy boa


The Sea

Washes them away

Wipes the slate clean

For another day

For another year.

By Imelda Almqvist

Take Only Photographs, Leave Only Footprints
12/30/2011, Warderick Well's Cay, Exuma's, Bahamas

Shark caught in the light from our boat

Friday 30 December 2011

When you find yourself in Paradise, poems flow because everyday language does not suffice.

Those poems are like photographs of fleeting moments: exquisite, ephemeral, light dancing on water, rainbows dancing on the beach...

Late last night two sharks swam figures 8 around our boat. I only spotted them because of the new mast lighting.

This morning we were all on the beach by 8 am, to claim the kayaks that belong to the park rangers.

When we returned the boat, a small bird sat in the cockpit, eating the crumbs of our breakfast. He hopped onto the steering wheel to greet us, completely unafraid.

The best thing of all? There is no reception here, so Dad has become un-glued from his mobile phone!

Infinity symbol
Dance of Infinite Flight
Direct dial to Paradise...

A sudden sound: I am not alone in the main cabin! The little bird has flown in to talk to me. Shortly after the boys arrive back by dinghy. Says Dad: we must get that bird OUT! Says Quinn: 'No way Dad, that bird has the right to decide where it wants to live ... and it wants to live on board!'

THE SOUNDS OF PARADISE (On deck, around 10 pm last night)

A sudden urge
To record
The Sounds of Paradise
Faint echoes of Atlantis
Big fishes circling our boat, doing belly flops
Dancing to
The Song of the Moon

The Pleiades right over our head, perched at the top of our mast
Two children asleep, their dreams breeze around us
But I sense
Quinn's wakeful silence
A mother's instinct
Added to the Symphony of Mother Night

In total silence
Two sharks arrive
They too have their place
In Paradise
They too add their song
To the Sounds of Paradise


The Orange Moon, appears in the night sky as a luminous spirit ship
A Golden Bull, briefly
Shapeshifts into
The Great Birdman in the sky
Before dropping back into sacred mystery,
Below the horizon of Mother Night

BACK TO BLACK (in tribute to Amy Winehouse)

To think that
While we sleep
Sharks swim inches from our heads
About that man-make shark
The size of a whale
But where is the dorsal fin?

Then the
Candied orange peel Moon
Plunging all of Creation into darkness

Husband listens on my i-pod


So this is the sound of morning
A flying fish walks towards us on its tail
Like a silver ballerina on tip toes
Not quite taking flight
As the wind speed registers as 0.0

The clouds acquire a pink lining
A puddle on the beach turns bright pink
Heralding a birth

Half the Sun
Reflected in a puddle on the beach
Golden sparks
So many sparks!

Delivery of a "pecan crunch" granola bar
Elliott gets "chocolate chip"

Yesterday the depth alarm sounded
Because a huge fish
Passed under our boat
We suspect a Manta Ray


Of waves rolling in
And the Sun riding up

Of birds talking on the beach
Children squabbling below deck

The song of morning stars unseen
Of Mars and of Saturn

Of Berenice's Hair
And the Herdsman in the Sky

Invisible but present
They too sing their song

I comb my mermaid's hair
On deck, on deck



A brandnew morning
The beach swept clean
To welcome another day
Only the tiny footprints
Of a rodent
Soon accompanied
By Brendans' small footprints

A Dance
The Dance of Life!

Brendan's Sand City
Was swept away
Only conch shells remain
To visit
We need to dive
Who says Atlantis does not exist?!

A Dance
The Dance of Life!

Not far from here
The Bimini Steps rest
Road to
Ancient sacred mystery
A shark noses around
Moves on
Sharks don't need steps
And neither do dolphins

A Dance
The Dance of Life!


Brendan sets himself the task
Of rebuilding Atlantis
The skeleton of the sperm whale
Grunts just once

The Big Brothers in their kayaks
Request permission
To enter the harbour

Permission granted
One oar is used
To dig a moat
Around Atlantis

The morning sun
Lights the Bimini Steps
The Ocean sings

Rebuilt in a day
And that night
Once again washed away...


Dad paddles out to sea
In a bright green kayak
And orange top
That says WORK LESS

Shall I take a photograph
To show him
The statement he makes?
Can he read his own tracks?!


I draw a lemniscate on the beach
Use conch shells as walking stones

As the tide comes in
Waves lick the glyph
Reclaim the ground

The lemniscate
Moves between worlds

In the sand
Under water

The glyph shifts, dances, exists
Outside space and time


Elliott in kayak
Paddles out to sea
Disappears behind the headland
Quinn reports
He can't get back
Carried along
by the strong current

Dad to the rescue
In the dinghy

Elliott in kayak
Reappears from behind the headland
Shrieking loudly
Raising his oar as a weapon
Some people
Can't be saved from themselves...

By Imelda Almqvist


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