The Ocean is Zen

“All the times that I have cried, keeping all the things I knew inside.

It’s hard, but it’s harder to ignore it.

If they were right, I’d agree, but it’s them they know not me,

Now there’s a way, and I know that I have to go away.

I know I have to go.”

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Feeling so connected to my boat, my family, my universe, myself as Cat Stevens’ tunes rise through my fingers stroking the guitar in the gentle morning sun. We left Valletta in the wee morning hours followed by a crystal clear stunning sea sunrise. Five hours into our journey COG N to Sicily the forecasted Southerlies are still waiting to be felt. But our engine is ticking along sweetly. Both kids and in-laws (who are visiting from Argentina) are still sleeping. Pablo and I both indulged in the sheer beauty and peace that it is being out here again. He reads out an extract from Victor Dumas’ Los Cuarenta Bramadores (The Rolling Forties):

“La mente en esta maravillosa quietud sin zozobras… piensa también en que otros se sientan estimulados, salgan del reducido cauce en el cual se desenvuelven sus vidas y logren un concepto más amplio de la verdad. Corren los pensamientos, se deslizan por sobre el mar, se van lejos, saltan de un puerto a otro, de una figura a otra. Si después de un dia de intenso trabajo en la ciudad, el ser humano siente la necesidad de un descanso, de un ocio noble, como decían los griegos, aquí el rato se alarga y es menester vivir a costa de ese mundo interior que cada uno lleva y que nos permite sustraernos, alejarnos del núcleo en el cual vivimos y que por momentos nos aprisiona, no molesta. Ese mundo íntimo es un refugio, un remanso maravilloso, un don divino que se debe aprovechar. Pero aquí, porque fugarse, si el problema no es humano? Acaso, para calmar la ansiedad de una llegada que siempre tarde, ansiedad que aumenta a medida que el limite se acerca, se sueña con otros horizonte, se planean viajes mientras se está viajando… Es un querer irse cuando todavía no se ha llegado…”

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The sound of the fishing line pulling interrupts our chilled out creativity session. A bird had a go at Pablo’s lure. He looks at us half amused, half annoyed. Luckily he didn’t get hooked – and no fish either. I’m glad the lure stays empty. I always feel sad for those beautiful rainbow creatures as they struggle and fight for their life, long to get back to the sea. Four more hours to go. This journey is passing ways faster than what we expected – too fast. It feels I could be out here for days on end – if not weeks. The Zen in the ocean is so intense, rich and deep.

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