July 30, Oswego, NY.
Sun warmed skin of my cheeks still radiate the healing touch of Brother Sun as I sit in a cool space below in the cabin to open and allow words to attempt to articulate the showing of gifts that the dawn of day has bestowed.
A deep breath brings landing and my fingers hesitate awaiting words ...
Homeward bound we set off. Heading into the sunset last night duplicated the stillness, almost void holding the space for creation express, as it did on our departure last year, September 19, 2009. Same and yet uniquely last dusks or departure and return invite entering into a vacant space of opportunity for the next step into the unknown to be taken, trusting the perfection of the moment with all the spirits in nature awake , aware and eager to participate. The lake surface had softened and laid down a perfect carpet for our journey, the sun sweetly painted a picture of rainbow colors deepening and glorifying the sky as we tilted our heads upward in full view. The wind whispered permission for crossing with a promise of being held gently by calm waters.
After a late feast of sweet, succulent , golden kernels of fresh picked corn barbequed to perfection by Chef Karl and beans on toast by Chef Chantelle, scheduled night watch was quickly confirmed and bodies began to slowly , systematically complete assigned kitchen duties , a kiss and hug good night and tucked tight and fully into sleeping bags for a few hours.
Bryn was on watch first 9-11pm with Chantelle for 5 minutes and they were alerted by several flares lighting the dark sky in colors of red, orange and yellow. Unsure whether it was a vessel in distress, we advised US Coastguard and after investigation, they reassured us that it was a training exercise being carried out by Canadian Forces. All bodies, except Bryn and Chantelle disappeared beneath covers for continued rest beneath the moonlit sky shaded with scattered with families of clouds moving together in a northwest direction. Next I knew, Karl was tapping me "It is your turn" and disappeared as I emerged to an empty helm, Karl already tucked beneath the covers and the only remnants of bodies was a warm sleeping bag in the cockpit where I found Chantelle cocoon wrapped and in dream world.
Singing Om Kriya Babaji with my head tilted stern gazing at the half moon, the last night of our trip felt quiet, content, and calm as nature and breath and life seemed one in the moonlight moments. "Ishka, Tonga, Feen" and "Let go and let God" seemed to float through me with each sway of the boat as the wind picked up and pulled me from bliss, bliss awareness to bliss earth awareness . "Ask , Ask, Ask" being a familiar motto, after doing an all call on the VHF for any vessels on the lake , Prescott Coast Guard answered checking in if we were in need of assistance. What a wonderful man angel! He was so... caring and helpful, it felt like he put our boat in his loving arms and carried us safely until the morning. After getting all the details of boat description, name, how many on board, lat/long location, status of our boat and situation (that we had a mast that was in a frame on the boat, and that we were being cautious inquiring about current weather conditions. As an aside, imagine the mast laying on the boat bow to stern on three frames, tied down with straps. Each small wave causes the weight of the mast to shift and with the weight of the mast, puts pressure on frame, screws, life lines and all. Very tricky maneuvering!), the officer gave updated reports from buoys and suggested he call back in a few hours to check on our status. Oh...thank you, thank you angel!
We altered course to go directly north toward land, so that if we had problems we could find shelter.
It is 907am and "Angel Man" called in 3 more times and we feel comfortable to continue our journey unassisted. ETA to Etobicoke is 430pm. We are rocking a little, but lots of Reiki, breathing with the wind and waves and most important, angel support is allowing us to effortlessly continue.
A sun gaze of 20 minutes at dusk and now again at down has all the cells dancing deliciously in the unknown!
Followed by a looong... mediation witnessing a whole river of thoughts, letting go and dropping for seconds at a time into the bliss of silence began yet another day on this playground we call, Earth.
There is a strange duality of emotions this morning. Excitement of landing our feet and boat home and yet uncertainty of returning to a world, culture, life that we all unplugged from, have found new places within us that have shifted and unsure how it will play out. Let go and let God is the antidote for that. No thinking, only breathing, allowing, trusting and asking for guidance from spirit... The mantra of the day, the moment, NOW...
Off to finish my coffee and call the return of Songs of God, Bhagavad Gita book that seems to either jumped ship or is still hiding under covers in the deep corners of our home on water, Brydyl Ankar.
It is quiet this morning as family rests, reads and plays on games awaiting safe arrive at EYC port.
Love you all as the unknown journey of Life continues to unfold. Let us turn the next page together and feel what is revealed...
Two hours out, at the eastern gap of Toronto, the cell phone rings, Ron and Leslie checking in on our ETA. They sailed by us waving and welcoming gang on the bow just east of the western gap
We arrive EYC at 412pm to the welcoming cheers, waving hands of a group of dear friends and family. My Mama, sister Heidi and children, Chantal and Michael, Jan and Dave (dear friends we made in Bahamas), Nicole ,Pamela and Richard, Ron , Leslie and Temperance, Pierre , Helen, and Rob. Rick with horn in hand announced our arrival to port. Hugs for all and "Wow have those kids grown" echoed in the air from all.
I will write more about the next day on the next blog. GTG to Mamas to do 3 large Santa garbage bags of laundry and meet my side of the family for a big dinner and celebration.


Are we really Home? or is Home where the Heart is? Home is wherever you feel close to source, God whatever you want to call it... Food for thought...
Love you all!
Let go and Let God is the Mantra of every moment!