Our Malestrom

Is it any surprise humanity can’t see a maelstrom coming? Like a toilet with still water, It is at first calm on the surface until it starts sucking the life out of us…swirling so strongly that all of us are pulled into its massive swirling bottomless hole. And as we dropped into it, it nears us into believing this is a new reality. Treading water in a toilet bowl is an acceptable reality?

Confusing Right from Wrong

We all know change stultifies and stymies some of us into a kind of paralysis pudding while, for others, change simplifies and eases their existence, making them feel freer and more energized. Changing even a simple word can prove difficult for some while freeing for others. So it is no surprise with the introduction of a new idea, concept or technology struggles with acceptance often ensue. For those of us who have grown accustomed to life being one way, then suddenly having to accept and accommodate to something different, it often presents numerous side effects.

Nature Rules

It's 2018 and I suspect much of the world probably has only a smattering understanding of Nature.  And with way too many still unconvinced that mankind's behaviors and rules harm the earth, I thought I would chime in. 

Sea Free

Today is July 4th.  A day to celebrate freedom..an Independence Day celebration in America. Yet freedoms, as they always seem to be, are under attack in the US in 2018. Are we only a democratic society which espouses freedoms, then at the same time also denies’ them? Are we content living in a land full of no’s, can't, and don'ts.  There are plenty of do’s and dues and don’t’s. against.   How can societies rid themselves of no’s, not’s and nevers? What if the world only posted signs with Yeses? What if all human signs disappeared?

Being Caught in a Void

As I sail, I am reminded about space.  That place above and beyond comprehension. That place where imagination is limitless.  A place of possibility. An abyss and endless hole of both nothingness and everything. The sky and sea has all our greatest reminders for being. Then the Universe, mind and heart show us otherwise.

Smoking the Fleet

Back in the 1950's and 60's when he was in his 30s and 40s, my father loved to smoke cigars. And he also loved the water, sailboat racing and wooden boat-building.  While racing one of the wooden penguins he built, he lit up a stogey.  When asked what were the advantages to smoking on the race course, he would confess smoking helped him wind races.

Helping Ourselves

Gary Larson's Far Side cartoon of a stranded shipwrecked sailor alone on a desert island and Jack Sparrow's pulling his Black Pearl by himself across a desert reminded me of how best to ask for HELP.  As absurd as the images suggest, there is truth in each. During Mystique's 2018 Bahamian voyage, Lainie and I faced more than enough rescues and truths during FIVE separate situations.  Eventually, we laughed as each of the incidents sent us valuable messages about receiving help.

Unraveling Weft, Warp and Woof

Once anchored near Cambridge Cay in the Exuma Land and Sea Park in 2017, a park ranger named Henry stopped by my Mystique. Noticing my yellow quarantine flag flying near my spreaders, he motored over to ask me some questions. Wondering if I had checked in with Bahamian Customs and Immigration, he asked what my boat’s flag indicated - that I hadn't yet done so. Then Henry asked why I had not checked into the Bahamas at either Bimini or Nassau.

Y Knots

While walking on a Chub Cay beach the day after our rescue, Lainie found three coral Y's washed up on the shore and we asked WHY? Since the answer didn't at first appear to matter, I then considered WHY NOT? And the it dawned on me. We had tied ourselves into a Y KNOT.

Saint Brendan's Day

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.

Lainie Reaches New Heights

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.

With Drawn Eyes

Two Bahamian islands in the northern Exumas seemed like the perfect place for Mystique, my 40’ catamaran, my first mate Lainie and I to anchor. Little did we suspect in early February 2018 for ten glorious days a short distance from Spirit Cay and Long Cay, we would have front row seats to watch magical moments.