Wednesday, September 16, 2020
This feels like a dream. A dream but I’m still on land. I didn’t know how cold the ocean wind was until I got to Maine. A crisp slap on the face. The tide is rising. The waves have arrived from everywhere. The horizon is seemingly endless, fading into nothingness when it reaches what looks like the end of the earth. They come in at all sorts of angles, the white water erupting from the base and dying with one swift push. It fades from white and foamy to bubbly streaks when it crashes on the rocks. Its not a beach. You need shoes to walk on it, otherwise it hurts. There are hundreds of lobster pots so people can have their dinner. It’s a place no more than a hundred people call home. A place with the most beautiful water surrounding it. A place where the moon decides where you can explore. It’s a place to stop and ponder for a moment. Listen to the waves crashing against the shore, sending us the loudest ones. Admire the seagulls and their ability to come and snatch your lunch right from your hand. They’re just trying to survive like us. Watch the water rise and fall at it’s highest points. Get up and watch the sunrise. Listen to your heart beats in total silence. Take a moment. Water swishing about beneath me. No wave ever the same.
I wrote this at our first sit spot of our journey. We were stationed at Hurricane Island, right before dinner preparation. We’re getting ready now to get on the ship and begin the voyage- it’ll be a terrifyingly beautiful experience. I think we’re ready for it. Its exciting and nerve-racking. Sometimes I think “what did I get myself into?” but for now I’m okay without an answer to that. I’m ready for a lifechanging experience, to get on a tall ship now. I think we are all ready for it.
P.S.- Hi family! I love you!