Two More Weeks?
I saw flickers of myself over these past few weeks. A childlike playfulness coaxed out with belly laughs, sunshine, and the warmth of friendship. There she is whispered the wind and I felt a spark of joy in my toe that rippled up my body and out of my heart, enough good vibes to share with those around.
Drinking coffee I watch the rainbows skip about the boat in morning light, close my eyes and drink in the warm slow sips of gratitude, letting all the beautiful memories flood my mind. So many meals shared, so many glasses raised in toasts to our health, wealth, and happiness.
There are friends, and then there are the irreplaceable sisters who'll track you down in the middle of nowhere, squeeze you tight, listen to your deepest woes, and then, with impeccable comedic timing, unleash a fart joke that leaves you both gasping for air, tears streaming, the kind of silent, doubled-over laughter that's practically a spiritual experience. Every moment was savored when Lindsay and Nick arrived; late night wine fueled chats, board game battles, snorkeling, and sunsets. They slipped into boat life with such ease. Suddenly, docking didn't feel like a near-death experience - thanks for your help Nick! They did whatever was asked of them and never complained about sailboat-on-anchor speed showers: cold and over before you realize you're wet. Handing over the cooking reins to Lindsay, a true culinary artist, was a genuine gift. I’ve never felt more cared for then when I watched her scurry around, baby-proofing the boat against my clumsiness with styrofoam and duct tape in hand. Seeing our familiar space through their eyes, it all just felt so brand new again. It was tough to watch them go, but they left a wake of pure enthusiasm and a reminder that adventure is best shared.
But soon, Anna arrived, providing two whole weeks of delightful chaos and irresistible charm. You know, the kind that involves finding glitter in unexpected places and singing Disney tunes at inappropriate volumes. I'll never forget the night the three of us sat spellbound, watching the kind of entertainment only Mother Nature can supply, a magnificent evening storm. The ocean was so inky it blurred the line between water and the vast universe above. We were held within the most beautiful marble of gradient moody blues as radiant bursts of lightning illuminated the night sky, it’s brilliant tendrils branching and spreading outward.
Her curious and positive energy was even more infectious than the Covid we caught while docked at the heavily spring-breaker populated Atlantis. And I can’t WAIT to commandeer the whole salon table and crack into the puzzle that she brought for me.
Patrick’s trusted sailing crew - I’m hiding on the left if you didn’t notice.
These last few weeks have been a bit of a revelation, actually. Unexpected connections with fellow wanderers, all bobbing around in this beautiful corner of the world. It's been lovely, so lovely in fact, that I've let Patrick talk me into extending this little escapade for two more weeks. Who knows, maybe I I'll finally get the hang of this sailboat thing. But what's more surprising is that I feel like I'm finally getting a better handle on this life thing. And for that clarity, however temporary, I'm incredibly grateful. - Special thank you to my amazing friend/coach Talya Reynolds for helping me put the pieces back together - your wisdom never ceases to astound me and I look forward to our sessions every week. Please check her out on instagram @taly.reys she truly is the best as what she does.
