Racing Prim to Bermuda
Two years after I sailed with Reindeer across the Atlantic, I had another ocean opportunity. Back in Newport in 1978, I was fortunate to be member of Prim's crew, but this experience would be a sailboat race to Bermuda. And while it would be relatively easy in comparison, it too was just as healing as my sailing to Norway.
As I reread my first blog entries from 2013, I am discovering some insights. One of my observations, probably of no great revelation or consequence to anyone but me, is that I have grown as a writer as well as a human being. While that conclusion may be debatable or even laughable to some, it is to me to some degree as well. Yet I have observed some personal "change"...some "difference". Maybe "growth" or "more evolved" or "more conscious" would describe my transformation. All I really know is that I am not the same as I was.
Maybe I could credit my dedication and commitment to my writing. If I had not been keeping a journal for the last 40 years, I might not have noticed these changes. Is this realization what happens as one gets older or is this what is called "maturity'?
Excluding my eye accident in my writing about my transatlantic voyage on Reindeer at 26 was a form of denial. Today it only reveals how uncomfortable I once was with my eye loss. But more importantly today, I reminded once more how much sailing aided my recovery and how fortunate I am today to have experienced both. Even this writing reflection today has helped me clarify some of my past misunderstandings and misgivings.