Two sets of eyes wink at us, one above the other maybe the lower one exclaiming “OH” or OH MY”. What were they trying to tell us? We eventually figured it out.
He lived close to ten centuries ago so I never met him. He, however, I suspect helped Lainie and I sail home safely from our challenging sail into the Bahamas. Today is May 16, a day commemorating the Feast of St. Brendan; so it is a day of gratitude.
One day around lunchtime while sailing Mystique in the Bahamas, Lainie and I opened a bottle of Wickles' Pickles and added a few to our plate of grilled cheese sandwiches. While I took a few bites, I read the label on the jar. And then it happened.
When Lainie grew tired of Mystique, she suggested a walk to the beach and to a nearby chapel. Because of our sailing ordeasl and the stress of our voyage, I suggested we visit the chapel first.
Rather than hook, he dives and spears his catch. Yet when he came to rescue Mystique, he tossed us a towline.
Anchored near Spirit and Long Cays in the Exumas, Mystique's main halyard suddenly came unhinged, disconnected and detached from the head of our mainsail. Somehow the shackle had unscrewed itself. And when it happened I heard the pin drop and the 15-20 knot easterlies tossed and twisted its released pulley into a Gordian knot dangling 55 feet above deck. Hoping for the wind to calm, we waited four days to fix it. We knew we were stuck if we couldn't use our mainsail.
Its 3:30 AM. I’m awake. It is dead calm. I slept on my Mystique last night. I am waking to the opportunity to experience more miraculous moments once again.
In 1972 crewmen on the Coast Guard icebreaker Griffon grapple with a giant navigation buoy on a great lake near Toronto. Eleven of the buoys; some 20 feet height and weighing five tons; were lifted aboard by ship's crane and unloaded at the Island Airport for maintenance. But the image that is often portrayed doesn't always reflect the true character of an organization's leadership.
As I motored Mystique into Bimini harbor in early evening, the tide felt slack. Steering between the entrance buoys, I felt fortunate Mystique neither had to fight against or go with flooding current. Neither being pushed nor pulled would aid my steering in the dark. Or so I imagined.
She knows I’m here and there for her. She can count on me everywhere we go. She trusts me to come through when she needs me. Lainie knows I have her back.
Today is the first of April. And it's April Fools Day. It's a Sunday. It's also Easter - a Christian holiday It's been spring officially for almost two weeks now and society is still perplexed why a white rabbit is still the focus of our attention. And why eggs and rabbits are often associated with each other for the celebration of Christ's resurrection. Rabbits don't lay eggs! And what's up with hiding and hunting for color-dyed hard-boiled eggs? And getting our kids to gorge themselves on jelly beans, chocolate eggs, and bunny rabbits? Are we so far gone not to recognize the sugar-coated commercial message? What happened to the concepts of rebirth? rites of spring?
“Our” tentative sailing plan the day after my birthday was to take advantage of the forecasted northerly breeze. It would offer a broad reach across the Mackie Shoals to the Northwest Passage for fast 70-mile easterly reach with another 25 to a protected cove at Chub Cay. A 20-25 knot wind across this 5-12 foot deep expanse could certainly garner us a steady 8-10 knot hull speed. As well as a smooth motorless sail and a calmer harbor destination. But "the best laid plans of mice and men...."
Celebrating my birthday, I became younger today. Born in 1950? Younger? Yes, younger! While that may sound like I'm comparing present life with how it used to be but, that's not the case. Now is always one's present. So I celebrate the miracle of life every day! Every breath!
Crossing the Gulf Stream, she caught an unexpected guest's attention and in doing so invited him aboard for dinner and our dining pleasure. While she held her catch high, I interviewed the proud fisherwoman:
While “mistake” may sound synonymously close to miss take, miss stake or mystic, none of these are closely related in meaning. Sounding alike may confuse meaning, but it would be a mistake to believe they are remotely related. After all, shellfish and selfish may sound similar, but it would be a mistake to confuse their two-letter difference.