I am joining my husband on Sørlandetthe Norwegian Fullrigger which is sailing for Class Afloat his year. I will board the vessel in Cagliari, Sardinia and continue the journey from there as a volunteer cook's mate until we reach Trinidad and Tobago and return home just before Christmas.
During the days when I was trying to make the final decision whether to go on this my personal Amazing Race, I went for a walk along the beach at my mother's house, watching the waves, feeling the force of nature, embracing the smell and the wind of the ocean.
It was wild and wonderful down there on the beach and both the dog and I pulled the whirls of wind into our nostrils and ears. The dog perhaps enjoying it little less than me the human.
She didn't like it when I had to stop to think or take another few photos. Her perfect beach walk means keep on moving, away or towards home doesn't matter as long as we keep on moving.
I am intrigued by how quiet rocks and shells can seem in a photo in comparison to the wildness of the waves running over the rocks.
And then there is this, which is ........? Perhaps a clay weight for a fishing net washed up upon the beached seaweed. Whatever it was it caught my eye and looked deliciously beautiful in my wind watering eyes.
I am not sure exactly how much weaving I will accomplish on this trip other than in my head and in my notebooks but I already feel the gentle tugs of inspiration pulling at my sleeve.
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