Visitation at sea!! Bob passing by on his yacht delivery!!
25 May 2016 | 40 28'N:72 30'W, ?? Arrival to bay tomorrow afternoon: 2 days to events
Donna: Keep an eye on the TRACKER
When the winds began to die last night nearing to sunset, I trusted that it was just a momentary slow down¬...the sky was full of a low ceiling of drizzling rain clouds¬...once they went through, certainly the winds would come back up, ¬'like the forecast said they would¬'¬...
But per the latest trend, once the squall lines passed over, and the starry night sky appeared, the seas turned to glass, the wind vanished completely¬... the first true total calm since near Panama, when the seastate finally came to a complete mirror¬... the air was brisk and clear, yet not cold. Thirty miles south of the coast of Long Island is prime fishing territory, boat lights surrounded us throughout the night.
When I realized that the wind was not going to resound¬... I sat down, though it was near to midnight, and typed an email to dear weather guru, Joan Conover¬... and strangely, I got a response back¬... ¬'what are you doing up at this hour, Joan¬'¬... Well, she did a bit of checking and sure enough, the radar and ¬'real time¬' data showed that the winds were gone and would not come back up to late morning tomorrow, actually today by that time.
At this point, I am realizing that it is actually possible that I will not arrive in RI until Friday¬... the winds suggested to pick up overnight Thursday to Friday¬... it was unfathomable¬... the flotilla may be meeting right off the sea.
My response was different today though¬... it was something about the trueness to the calm that broke through the anguished emotions of feeling thwarted and foolish, bobbing along out here on the sea for days and days making so little progress¬... The sense of inner stillness was returning. I could let go of the schedules and expectations for this moment in the true quietness. I lowered the sails, the fishing boats all seeming to have passed me on their way¬... I must not be on the shelf they are all fishing¬... I allowed myself to sleep for a bit.
The sunrise was simple, just the sun on a clear blue horizon, gentle hues of yellow and white surrounding it ascent. I made a cup of tea¬... and headed for my perch on the Pelican box on the bow¬... this is what I had been missing! Despite my desire to meditate in the mornings, I would focus while lumbering in my bed in the cold air, or the inability to truly stop it all and be silent. But today, it was second nature to climb on my box, watch the sunrise, while focusing all my attention on energy itself, being open to the flow of life through me, to me, around me¬... my ally, my true identity reaching the surface of consciousness, conscious awareness..
I am sure it was also the culmination of the clearing work that I did yesterday, that Dr Jeff and Jeanne were able to do for me on my behalf¬... as I had a tough day yesterday as the calmings seemed to reinforce a sense of fatalism that was surfacing¬... and here I would find that the calmings were a calling final calling out to me before I would once again return to land. It was the only way to bring me back to this perch ¬... on my Pelican box, midst the beauty of the calmness and peace of this moment, to receive life energy and opening the possibility of creating a new day¬...
The day tugged at me, as I knew that I had some details to take care of this morning¬... I had some arrangements still to work through¬... an interview with a journalist, Rich Salit, to arrange. I just needed to make those phone calls. I was thrilled to get Rich on the phone so easily and the connection held quite well¬...we were able to go from introductions to begin the interview in one call¬... We agreed to meet before the flotilla arrived on Friday morning¬... trusting I would be in the bay.
Then midst the call, I heard the sound of a motor boat approaching¬...fast!!! Out of the corner of my eye, I first saw it¬...the 55ft power yacht that my Bob was delivering was HERE!!! How did he find me¬...? I had adjusted the tracker so that it would put out more frequent positions but then realized that Bob¬'s phone would not pick them up offshore¬... yet¬...there he is¬...
I was so excited. I excused myself from my phone call as delicately as I could not wanting to be rude to Rich, but I quickly explained and he was happy to finish the chat in person.
I could not believe my eyes, yet there Bob was. The Palm Beach yachts are just so magnificent, and there he was, sitting on the windowsill, driving while he was hanging out the window waving to me¬... tears in his eyes¬... mine flowing¬... It had been nearly 10 months since we have seen each other and spoke in person. Yet, he was on his boat and I was on mine, now¬... we were apart¬... but closer than we had been in so long. Our chatter together went on and on as we rehashed how he found me, taking a bearing off the last two positions he¬'s had for me¬...plus knowing that I had been becalmed, I hadn¬'t gone far from my 0130 am position¬...and sure enough. He and his crew, Mike Wall, had brought me a special lunch, a beverage, snacks for the day¬...
We talked and talked and when we were near to ending, a new topic we had forgotten about would come¬... We took photos from all angles, Mike getting some with both of us in it, and our boats. What a photo shoot!!! And then, it was time for them to head off to finish their delivery¬... I would continue on, trusting the winds would hold somehow, enough to get me to the bay on time. There was a part of me that ached as he waved and drove away¬... He did a 360 of me nearly at full speed, and then took off at 27kts for his destination, while I would go 4kts for the next 24+ hours¬... landing in Narragansett Bay tomorrow afternoon, I had great hopes.
We would meet after the Flotilla, with the crowds, and touch each other for the first time¬...that first kiss, that first embrace. A longing will be filled in such a sweet fulfillment, nothing like ever before as I am a so full myself now¬...I can embrace Bob with all of my fullness, not in need¬... yes, longing, but not need. What a sweet embrace it will be.
When, Bob was off and I had enjoyed my turkey sandwich for lunch, I set to download the latest Grib file, grabbing at straws for some hope that the winds would not be less with this forecast. As it downloaded, I answered the rally of emails regarding the interview and other details of folks coming in to visit. Once it downloaded, I opened it and began moving through the days of wind roses on the chart¬... There it was. The winds were to build today and now they do suggest that they will hold through the night, going calmer near noon, but only to build again out of the south¬... It suggests that a front will go through, it will be squally and probably a wild night, but it will keep us moving¬... Yes. We should get in on Thursday¬...
But Keep an Eye on the Tracker¬...
Onward Ho¬... it is a gorgeous day. I am drying out gear and planning what to wear¬... and even considering a bath¬... it is a lovely day¬... but truthfully, the breeze is not a tropical one. The sun is brilliant and hot but the breeze has a New England spring briskness. Only Gratitude.
Keepin On Sailin On Caring¬... pressing on for just one more full day of sailing¬... keeping course is critical now, as I am coming to land once again, the hard crunchy edges of the sea. No rest for the weary, though I am refreshed after a good rest last night¬...the benefits of the calm. There are so many benefits of the calm. I am so grateful to have had this day, this quietness, the re-centering and true peaceful meditation¬... an inward connecting to life energy, the creative source of newness and freshness.
Fairest of winds and the love of the oceans Only Gratitude Donna