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Sweet Angels!
01/02/2012, In the air

Monday 2 January 2012

Miami Airport

There was one really good blog title I had not used yet: SWEET ANGELS. This is what the waitress at Jaxson's called our boys a few weeks ago. She says that they are extremely well-behaved and 'we don't often see that in here, the American kids behave like wild animals'.

Two flights down and two to go.... Brendan keeps telling me very optimistically that we are halfway now because 'we have done two flights out of four' today, but those were local flights on Bahamas Air and we still need to do Miami - Philadelphia, Philadelphia - London. That is many hours of flying ahead of us.

I wish boats were like hotel rooms: walk out, check out. IF ONLY!

Leaving Queenie is STRESS FULL (double l intended).

Our neighbour was having a ciggie on deck. I admired his tattoos, then managed to foist all groceries on him, (the perishables like butter and cheese etc) TICK!

Then another guy appeared. Practically broke in to the big motor cruiser Bellissimo. Those cruisers must be fast asleep or not there at all - I observed, walking the lemniscate on a jetty. However, turns out it was Ulric this guy was looking for. He can't be much good at reading boat names, confusing a yacht and motorboat....Mmm... Apparently he is our next boat repair person. Another saga starts.... TICK!

I took Brendan for a walk as we will have many hours of sitting on airplanes. Suddenly Quinn and Elliott were out walking too, with a tray of reindeer cakes. Stored in the oven and very nearly forgotten... Fancy the smells in three months' time! The boys had their feast.

The taxi arrived late. I went to reception to chase it. Extracting Ulric from the boat took even longer - always the hardest job on the list. TICK! However, the REAL problems started at the airport.

The lady on check in desk was asked to verify our visa status for entering the USA. This threw her. She misspelled Belfast (where Ulric's visa was issued) and a long LONG line built behind us as she got nowhere at all. In the end she handwrote us boarding passes, making a point of not allocating us seats and not guaranteeing us a place on the flight. (Five places we had paid full price for, obviously!)

I admit that I made some sarcastic comments. I even admitted to Quinn that I felt some "anger management issues"! However, Quinn said, very matter of factly, "No Mum, that is mood swings! You never hit anyone and I have never seen you strangle anyone either!"

So that is OK then?!

Right... flight to Philly is leaving in 45 minutes. Ulric might pop to the business lounge and post one more blog. This blog is not uplifting and not interesting either, but it is a good excuse to post that picture of the bird that befriended us at the Warwick Cay islands!

By Imelda Almqvist

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


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