Month: November 2018

Embracing the ocean again

Embracing the ocean again

The sky is cloudy and the temperature quite cool while I get ready to depart the Linton Bay anchorage in Panama to sail back to the US. Last minute issues got me a little delayed but now everything seems quite ready.

Kate is in NYC and I waited for hurricane season to cool off before sailing back with Tranquility and Beta. We are going to meet for Christmas which we will spend seeing my family in Italy.

Yesterday I did the clearance papers that grant me 48hrs to leave and I am at anchor tending to final preparations, setting up the dAISy 2+ (AIS receiver) with my navigation app, cleaning and organizing stowage, but mostly resting.

Emotions go all over the places, from abysmal fear to sheer joy, from dull apathy to total fret. Luckily this turmoil balances itself as I do a constant effort to find a middle point while I complete the last tasks and catch brief naps.

Hopefully I will depart tomorrow. I plotted a straight course to Cayman Islands and the Yucatan Channel then around Florida and up the East Coast.

If weather cooperates, and the humane/feline crew can handle it, I will attempt a non stop passage, at least to the US. Other convenient points of refuge could be Cayman Islands and Isla Mujeres Mexico depending on the decisions I will make about weather routing with the data that my friend Elliott will kindly provide through the satellite messenger.
I will keep the InReach on throughout the trip. Here is the address:
https://share.garmin.com/sytranquility

On the website you can see my position in real time and you are welcome to send me a message anytime of the day. Hopefully I will have plenty of free time and hands during the passage. Just make sure you write your name so I know who I am talking to.

Now I go back to clean some coffee spilled by the wakes of a passing speedboat. <<beeeeep>>
See you on the other side.
It is raining and I wait for the green light

It is raining and I wait for the green light

It is raining. It never stops. I should be doing a ton of things to prepare for departure, instead I lay about, write these words and observe the rain against the green trees in the frame of the companionway.

My to do list is huge, and it grew even bigger when the belt of the electric motor broke, while I was running a test. It was a good omen.

Historically I almost always experienced a last minute mishap, a crack in the keel found just days before launching, a jib that rips few miles after weighing anchor. This time it’s a broken belt. When that happens it feels good. Better now than later. A little extra complication now, means a quieter mind underway.

In the midst of all this preparation, and the extra waiting time for the motor belt to travel my way, I also have to write. Without writing life is not the same, yet sometimes I forget about it, convinced that there are more important things to do. Writing is important, and when I don’t write everything else becomes heavier, the energy feels locked away and rotting. When words flow, venom disappear.

Departure are exciting, full of worries and expectations. I did it many times before, from different shores, on different vessels, with different crew. The only small and big difference is that now I am alone.

I accepted the arduous task of taking Tranquility and its variegated content back to the East Coast US with excitement. Sailing singlehanded has always been a dream of mine, a dream that I was happy lo leave behind when I had the fortune to sail with Kate, who made everything sweeter and more fun.

However Kate accepted a job in NYC, and that completely changed the balance and the plans. In the middle of the Chaos that this decision generated, new perspectives surfaced, scenarios left behind became once again plausible, new connections light up on the chart, dreams never dreamed before sprang out of nowhere.

The grieving pulses of what’s left undone disappear under the novel frequencies of change. The temptation of attributing a special significance to the event, to color it with tones of failure/success, right/wrong, happy/sad is strong. In reality it is what it is. It’s life and it’s necessary, a great challenge ahead that could be hard or smooth, or both. It does not matter.

In Italian Decidere means to choose. Its roots are in the Latin decīdĕre, de (from) and caedĕre (to cut), to separate, to cut away. When decision is made, everything around shifts, re-arranges, takes a new shape.

We twisted around the problem for long, analyzed it, tried to unravel it. But as the legend of Alexander the Great teaches it is often necessary a neat, simple and direct decision to tackle difficult problems. The knot that cannot be undone must be cut.

It takes courage to make a decision, to change course abruptly, to open to a new path, and this decision came from a very courageous person, a woman as they often are the bravest.

Kate initiated change when she decided to leave Panama. The decision was abrupt, painful, but necessary. It takes guts to change a world that seemed stable, to cut away branches and possibilities, and restore the flow in the Tree of Life.

I am grateful for Kate’s courage. I could not have done what she did. She went ahead alone, looking for a new beginning, even thinking about putting sailing on hold, finding time to take care of other issues in life.

She has been gone for a month now, a month where I am preparing for this big jump, looking forward to reunite in a different place, in a different time from now.

I am also waiting out this hurricane season. As I am writing, a weather disturbance over the Leeward and Virgin Islands is fighting a battle to become a tropical storm or dissipate. It’s the edge between seasons, the sweet window between potentially dangerous tropical storms and the cold fronts venturing South, before the trade winds reinforce and start to give the Caribbean Sea its dry and windy Winter character.

The time to go is soon, but not yet. I am trying to prepare Tranquility and myself the best I can for this trip. We won’t be perfect, but we will be ready.

El Norte: a Song of Inexperience

El Norte: a Song of Inexperience

 

Quicksands in Panama provided plenty of

Despair of not moving

Confusion and bulimic crawl

 

I dream of ocean running under the keel

The bubbles of vanishing inertia

Washing through the soul

 

The comfort of a tropical embrace

The indecision of fear

Lasted for too long

 

So the bug bites

And even if I have never been there alone

There is the same craving

 

In the repository for the unsung stories

Locked into the consequences

 of the Universe spinning

 

I start to push

Kick doors in

Bug out

 

What life will make of me?

The monotony of waves

Aren’t you scared they say?

 

Why? I answer

It’s only a ride

And even if I was scared to death

 

Why not try?

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