sailing in search of an endless sunrise
Hi Sunshine, I am sorry that there are so many moons between each letter I write to you these days. There are lots of things I want to tell you about Tahiti. All the whales I have seen, the lovely people I have met, the grottos, the many myths about eels, traditional net fishing, Mato, …
The day is hot. With no promise of rain. A flower is born and a flower falls on every block. A teenage couple is lovesick in the shade. I watch them like a fountain. They are crabs eating each other without fear. Hiding from the flat shape of the sun and kissing until they are …
I often get the feeling that I’ve left something behind. Like that pieces of me the size of sand are scattered somewhere. Or the feeling that I’m floating in a different place than the place on earth that my body exists in. Or the feeling that a voice is going to call out from the …
Megayachts and manta rays float around the marina all day. The rays look like super heroes with their diamond shaped wing-tipped capes. Some call them “devil fish,” but I think they’re vigilantes. And when we’re not looking the rays fly out of water, turn into giant black birds, and haunt the people on the megayachts- …
I like Tahiti. Even though I haven’t found its honey holes. Even though I have not seen much beyond it’s ship chandleries. Even though it’s impossible to find any boat parts in stock at said chandleries. Even though there is nothing at my fingertips here, except for low lying fruit. But it doesn’t matter. A …
As we got closer to Tahiti the land changed from grey to green. And we could see rock formations rising up from the middle of the mountains like castles made of sand. Josh saw them as a crown and Sava saw them as a shaka. The mountains here do wear crowns. Crowns made of clouds. …
It’s 2:29 a.m. Tetiaroa sits like a shadow beneath the moon off of starboard. I can’t smell land, even though it’s only 3 nautical miles away. I see one boat bobbing next to it on the chart. It’s name is Poe Nina. The name makes me reflect on the macabre nature of both Poe’s writing …
The ocean is full of mythical creatures that swam out of religions from every corner of the world. This morning I made up two of my own; a wicked one and a virtuous one. The wicked one is named Zedar. He fell from the dark side of the moon. He is an unnerving creature who …
Last night was a swirl of squalls with heavy rain, but tonight the moon has drenched everything in a crystal blue and the ocean, she is mellow. It’s 11 pm. We are on a broad reach headed straight south at a snails pace. Not much wind to be had. Sometimes the night watches are endless, …
When I close my eyes all I see are big blue waves. Rolling towards me. They wail. They howl. They thunder. Like a pack of blue banshees. I make the banshees melt by pressing my fingers lightly onto my eyelids. They melt into a thousand dancing suns. Now I feel all high and dry again. …
