Its one of those nights where i find myself reminiscing and looking back at where i’ve been. If i were given the chance i would still be an avid sailor, but sadly thats not how my life is panning out — at least right now. And it sure as hell wont if i live in the panhandle of Texas one day. But i made it happen at one point in my life because it was something i desperately wanted for myself — i needed it. I got my certificates and i can read a chart like a boss. Through sailing i found freedom and a best friend. So, even though it maybe now be years ago… i never shall forget, how precious those moments will forever be to me. When Pat is long gone — how precious he is and will always be to me.
Realistically, i don’t know when i will ever get back to England. The prices go up and up for plane tickets.
And i’ll be honest. My heart aches at the thought that i may never see my old shipmate again. It would be a blow that will wound me for the rest of my life, but i also know it’s very likely. If it happens, which given the distance and how years roll on without us, it probably will. Just as my family will slowly disappear from my mind as quickly as they will from my life.
There is a truth they never tell you about moving away from home to an entirely different world. 4000miles may as well be a million miles. A skype call can’t fix loneliness — it can only cover the wound for a few minutes.
I just put a favourite old clip to a song we really loved to sing to. It was a beautiful sun down and we were in the middle of the islands in the Bristol Channel. Over the waters where we raced, danced to sea shanties and laughed. Just me, Pat and the boat that sailed us anywhere. There have been many nights, many trips but i’ll always wish for at least one more. Many stories about pirates and treasure, Nelson and the Victory. So many stories since that go somewhat unshared.
I like to make little clips of my life to remind myself that i HAVE lived. I HAVE been there and i HAVE done that. And its ok to be where i am now, even if its hard to see whats in store for me. I know a lot of us probably worry about where we should be and what needs to be done by certain ages. I battle with it often, and its hard having moved from country to country and feeling REALLY “behind.” Where we are now, is where we need to be. No matter how challenging or painful. How beautiful and magic. The important thing is we are living and we can change anything and everything — we just have to dream it, and make it happen.
Its been a slow Thursday but somehow i’ve managed to be really productive. I went to the gym almost as soon as i woke up something that usually takes me a few hours to get up and do. I also managed to get the maintenance men to come and check out our washing machine which has turned into the spawn of satan. Other than that i’ve I’ve been knitting and making danish pancakes. Because i’ve had a hankering for them for weeks now. They’re so easy to make and they’re so tasty. Sadly i ruined the first 6 because the pan was being annoying, however — the end result with vanilla ice cream was on pointe. Craving well and truly fed.
I’ve started playing around with hide paintings inspired by my viking ancestors and american indians. It’s something i’ve always been interested in and i finally got around to trying it. Something i will definitely continue with. I love cave paintings, petroglyphs and pictographs — so i’d like to try to write small stories this way.
Here is my first attempt. A “buffalo” and viking runes.
Did you know that Denmark has a bison herd?