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a friend recently asked, “How do you get out of a rip current?”

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Rip Currents are easy to navigate…

the mind is the greatest challenge to overcome and one can do this easily…

it then becomes an understanding of simple geometry…

Always swim perpendicular to the current and parallel to the Shore…

for the current is narrow…

once out of the current…

one can easily swim to Shore, no matter how far out it takes you…

and it will not take you far…

it will just take you there quickly…

and this is what freaks people out and why they perish.

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Just Flow with the currents of Life…

swim to the side of it…

never against the current does one swim in Life to find success…

a current may take you where you think you do not want to go…

but perhaps you go there for a reason unknown to you…

a test…

a challenge…

so swim sideways with it and always keep an Eye on where it takes you…

the other Eye on the Shore from where you came.

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this is the Path of 300

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“…day Seven to the West…”

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A hunger I feel…

a desire for this to end…

soon, the vessel of Me will encounter her Home…

as I too will find Mine…

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Petah woke to feel the Little She gently moving up and down smaller swells than the day before. His body ached from the physical excursion of the past six days. His mind was tired from the intensity of the day before. Instead of jumping up to the cockpit to scan the area for ships, as he had done before each time he awakened, he stayed where he was for a few moments and enjoyed the Peace of where he was. The air inside the cabin walls was hot. Petah was dripping with sweat under the many layers of clothing, so he stripped down to nothing and cooled his body.

“Seems bright in here. I wonder what time it is,” spoke Petah to the space within the cabin.

Petah had been turning his GPS unit off while he slept in order to conserve battery power. As he turned the unit on, he climbed up the companionway steps and looked out the hatch into the cockpit. All was as it should be. Behind the Little She he saw only bright blue sky and light winds creating tiny ripples on the surface of the Indigo Sea. The sun was high above the mast. Realizing he had slept for many hours, he checked the time on the GPS unit while he stood on the steps and faced the eastern horizon behind the Little She.

“Noon? Really? I just slept for over six hours. Oh well. I needed to recharge my recklessness, I suppose. I wonder if any ships passed by,” spoke a smiling Petah.

He laughed and shook his head at himself as he climbed all of the way out of the hatch and stepped into the cockpit.

“My God, what a beautiful day…fantastic. What tha….” spoke Petah to the horizon as he turned and looked in all directions around the Little She.

The Little She and her sailor, Petah were resting in a wonderful place on the sea. Yet, to the north and as far as the eye could see spanning the western horizon to the south was a gigantic wall of thunderstorms approximately ten miles from them. Lightning flashes could be seen but not heard.

“Not again,” sighed a dejected Petah to the western horizon.

He tethered himself to the jacklines and walked forward on the deck to the bow and just stared at the wall of storms between the Little She and their destination. He looked for an opening within the wall and saw none. He wondered if he should sail north or south along the wall and look for a way through the wall. He wondered if he should just sit there and wait for the wall to pass. Frustration and Fear crept within his Soul.

“What do I do?” spoke Petah to the clear blue sky above him.

The sky did not answer.

Petah moved back into the cockpit and started the engine letting it idle. He descended back down the companionway steps into the cabin, made some cappuccino and cooked some rice. As he waited for the rice to cook, he drank his cappuccino thinking about his next course of action. As he sat there thinking, the wall of thunderstorms seemed to grow closer or larger…he could not tell.

“I am so close to Home.. I have gone this far. I will not let you stop me,” spoke Petah to the storms.

After finishing his rice, he trimmed the one sail he it had up and began sailing towards the wall of storms. As he got closer to the wall, he second guessed himself and turned to the north paralleling the wall. After a while, he came about and sailed to the south. For the next two hours, Petah sailed in circles while deciding what he should do.

“Don’t ‘should’ yourself, Petah. Just do what you feel is right,” spoke Petah to himself.

Petah was now about five miles from the wall of storms and they seemed to be growing stronger with lightning everywhere he looked within them. Cape Fear, North Carolina was now about one hundred-fifty miles to the north-east of him. He was in the Gulf Stream and he knew the storms would not stop. With cold air from the mainland hitting the warm waters of the Stream, thunderstorms were going to be a factor he was just going to have to deal with.

He turned the boat to three hundred-twenty degrees west and motored towards the wall after furling in the genoa completely. As he approached closer, he could hear the thunder sending Fear to his core. Petah was scared and he knew this, yet he continued. His heart pounded. The sun was now behind the wall of clouds before him, darkening the sky and creating a grey color to the once indigo sea. As the Little She and he were within a mile of the wall, Petah saw what seemed to be a corridor of light descending down from the top of the wall to the surface of the sea. The wall was dark now. Almost black from the intense rain on either side of the opening to the corridor of light. Petah had to look almost straight up to see the tops of the storms.

“Three hundred degrees?” spoke Petah to the corridor of light.

He turned the Little She south of his destination of Cape Fear and sailed straight for the opening within the wall. His compass read three hundred degrees.

“Why fight what I cannot see,” spoke Petah to the wall.

As the Little She entered the space between the storms, Petah looked up the walls of storms on either side of him. The walls seemed to be infinite, climbing up into the heavens. He could hear thunder. He could smell rain, yet he did not get wet. The space between the storms which created the corridor of light was only a quarter of a mile wide. Petah wondered when the corridor of light would close on him, but it never did. He sailed in the same direction of three hundred degrees toward the light on the other side, for the next three hours. There were no gusts of wind. Lightning did not strike the Little She and not even a drop of rain hit the Little She as they motored slowly to the west.

“Thank you,” spoke Petah to the storms on either side of him.

Thunder could be heard louder than he had ever heard thunder before as the storms answered him. Petah smiled and felt Peace within what would normally be seen as chaos.

As Petah exited the corridor of light into an open area of the sea, thin clouds were above him. He looked to the north and south towards the western horizon with the land of the United States beyond and saw red rays of light from a setting sun hitting the surface of the sea. Petah changed his course back to three hundred twenty-one degrees and motored for several hours into the night, increasing the distance of the storms behind him.

“I’m starving and I need sleep,” spoke Petah to the Little She.

Just as he was about to stop the boat, he looked to the horizon all around him scanning for ships. He was now in the shipping lanes creating new stress within him since he very much wanted to sleep. To the north and west ahead of him, he saw a set of white lights. He grabbed his binoculars and focused in on a ship in the distance.

“A cruise ship,” whispered Petah to the ship with exhausted excitement.

As he watched the ship, he determined the Little She would cross its bow very close, so he turned his vessel to the north and motored parallel with the oncoming cruise ship. Hundreds of white lights could be seen. He listened for people talking or music, but it was too far away if any sounds were emanating from the ship.

“Cruise ship off my starboard bow, this is the sailing vessel Little She. Do you read me? Over,” spoke Petah into the VHF radio.

“Sailing vessel Little She, this is the cruise ship Princess Katherine. We read you loud and clear and see your position clearly on radar. Please switch to channel seven-six. Over.” came a voice through the airwaves.

Petah and the cruise ship switched channels and communicated over the radio for several minutes talking about their voyages and destinations as they moved past each other in the night. The conversation warmed the Soul of Petah, creating great energy within him.

“Two ships…” spoke Petah to Katherine as she continued to the southern horizon and disappeared into the night.

Petah raised the genoa to half-way out, lashed the rudder to one side and hove-to, stopping the Little She. He cooked some rice and looked into the night sky as he waited for his meal. He ate quickly, descended into the cabin and slept deeply while dreaming of land.

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A light shines within Us…

yet we look away from where we Are…

perhaps so bright It shines…

we close our eyes in Fear that blindness will keep Us from Our desires…

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"Compass Rose" by Greg Frucci

“Compass Rose” by Greg Frucci