Shortly after my marriage fell apart and during my self-reconstruction phase I took a critically needed vacation.

I missed sailing, even though my relationship with it had been turbulent at best. Truly, sailing was the best of times and the worst of times. Glorious days when the wind and weather were perfect had me thanking my creator for the experience.

Oddly, riding out a hurricane or sailing into blinding fog produced the same feeling of gratefulness-not of course, during the event but sometime later. With my feet on solid ground and my senses relaxed I found the beauty in being pushed past my fear.

Anyway, I felt the pull to be on the water again. I needed to unearth my buried soul, shake out the emotional numbness and do something very physical.  I signed up for a sailing course called Heavy Weather Sailing-apparently I needed a bulldozer for the unearthing of my spirit. Read More→