This is only the second time I have reblogged something on my site.
It is the perfect sailing metaphor for the times we find ourselves in.
“We were professionally worried, and determined, and in it now; there was no going back.”
Photo Credit: Corey Arnold
In between the gales – the one to the north of Bermuda that we’d been expecting, and the second, to the south, that we had not – I made breakfast for us in the galley. The boat pitched and rolled in the flung waves, and everything in the small cooking space gleamed and shone in the clean, crisp light that follows an Atlantic storm.
We were professionally worried, and determined, and in it now; and there was no going back. Behind us lay hard-earned, howling miles. Ahead, between us and the safety of a harbour, another gale swirled. And off the coast of Africa a hurricane had begun twisting towards our orderly isolation – a wicked ferociousness we would have to worry a good deal more about before we once again trod dry land.
There were five of us, bringing an 84-foot sailboat of proven hull…
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Janet: I have a friend on the stranded Zaandam cruise ship, so this really resonated. She’s not one of the ill passengers, but they have a long way to go. As, of course, do we all. Sail on!
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…other than being stranded in India during this time….. being trapped on a cruise ship with no port willing to accept it or us would be my second worst scenario. My thoughts are with your friend.
“And in between storms, we press on”
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