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Selkie - 265 NM



Nothing. Calm. No wind. No waves. No swells. A lapping in the ocean like folding. How can something so big be so still, so quiet? The most gentle of breezes can be felt and barely harnessed. Main out with preventer in place, but Selkie bangs and fights and is curious to her surroundings like a caged animal. I’m scared to ask for wind. I don’t want it three fold. There is nothing above the surface. I wonder about the depths. What’s eating what in an endless aquatic food chain? The ocean is darkness. As the sliver of the moon set at sunset, we could see the dark side so clearly it made us laugh and stare in wonderment. This is a life outdoors. Who else can say they see every sunset and sunrise of every day? Who else cares so much about weather and wind? Who else moves with the will of the water? Sailing is beautiful. I feel connected to our planet, subject to her will. There are so many stars that the sky reminds me of sand paper, gritty. On every shooting star, I wish for a safe passage. I feel like we are standing still, bobbing in circles. Nick refuses to motor. He wants to save the fuel, because it’s a big ocean. No need to move fast at night anyway. My nerves have settled into water again. My body doesn’t fight the back and forth, the endless horizon doesn’t cause panic, and the space of just the boat has become comforting. We bob on patiently. Looking forward to a strong sail and wishing we could share this experience with more family and friends. 

Maggie

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Maggie
Magdalena Hirt
 
"Writing is a process, a journey
into memory and the soul."
                          -Isabel Allende


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