When you are out at sea long enough, you begin to get a sense about the environment. Its the way the wind hits your face and the sun kisses your skin, you know when it is time to sit and wait and when it is time to haul your kit. Something is brewing under the surface, I can feel it in my bones.

Seeds reveal their green and beautiful strength to shift the earth to search for light. There will be moments of great accomplishments despite feelings of nervousness. It is time to overcome the blocks of the recent past. I choose to release the weights that have held my feet and begin a steady jog. Its time now to move and shake things up, feel uncomfortable and figure my way through this desert.

The oasis awaits where water and nourishment will leave me rest to woman up to the next post. Its the scavenger hunt for the ignorant. We are all fools feeling we know so much, when really we know nothing. Accepting that we know nothing allows us to see everything. This is beauty forming through struggles chizzling our happiness into sorrow. Sorrow into madness – madness into suffering – suffering into survival – survival into adaptation – adaptation into mastery and mastery into resilence- resilience into change – change into manifestaition – manifestation into beginning again.

Wow old images from sailing in Sweden

Would love to take sailing lessons.

Another sailing trip back on the Isle of Wight.

It was a lovely escape from London. Those were the days.