Life is Mostly Subjective & the Planet is Mostly Water

On Monday morning, October 10th, with Hurricane Ian behind us, we set out on IRENE towards our winter home in Marathon, Florida. We had a full supply of passion and hopeful expectations for the journey. We traveled from morning to late afternoon, not just that day, but everyday, for 8 days. From Charleston to Church Creek at Wadmalaw Island, SC. From Church Creek to Spanish Point in Beaufort, SC. From there to Bull Creek (near Hilton Head). Bull Creek to Savannah, Georgia. From Savannah to New Tea Kettle Creek (seriously, up the creek a couple of miles). New Tea Kettle Creek to Floyd Creek at Cumberland Island, GA. After Cumberland Island, the Atlantic ICW brings you into Florida where we anchored in North Sisters Creek, south of Jacksonville. From Sisters Creek we headed to St. Augustine for two nights. Then three more travel days to Palm Coast, New Smyrna and then down the Indian River. Twelve days since departing Charleston. I just want to say, “holy shit”. I was not prepared for so much traveling, and all that it entails, day after day. In fact, by the end of day number 8, my body/mind complex called out for assistance by way of stillness, and that is the reason we stayed in St. Augustine for two nights rather than one. David was prepared to keep moving, but he was happy to accommodate my request, and settle in for a windy day of reflection on the mooring to rest and recharge for the duration of this journey.

We received assistance from these three amazing souls in the Cumberland River. We had passed them at Jekyll Island and after crossing the inlet, we saw them again. In the mixed up seas and big waves at the inlet, our dinghy had come untied and was dragging her stern in the water. They flagged us down and then, like Navy Seals, two of them swam over and climbed aboard and helped David and I rerun the lines and lift her up out of the water to secure her. They were wonderful and we would have had a much more difficult time correcting the situation on our own. We often say that we have angels around us and there they were showing up again.

Life on the water has transformed my definition of what it means to be strong and courageous. I believe the nexus of our strength and grit is not an amalgamation of physical attributes and drive to push on no matter what, rather, it is located at our heart center where we compose our lives, where we honestly identify our needs, where we birth and nurture our passions, and where we find the ears to hear. We all got a heart right there in our center to open up and create the life we want to live. It is a much truer composer and compass than the brain. Now, we are anchored in Cape Canaveral, Florida, with 400 more miles traveled. The wind is blowing out of the north, the current is flowing, there’s some big fetch from the Indian River, the tide is going out, and I am sitting here writing this missive to me and you from the strongest muscle I got.

On our second day in St. Augustine three of my crow friends came for a visit. They agreed that it was the perfect day to be right there.

We are incredibly grateful for these fair weather travel days. It means we have been able to cover a lot of territory and make good time towards our destination (approximately 400 miles). And of course, each day contained opportunities to appreciate the beauty of places, to commune with the natural world, to learn, and to encounter new people and all the energies. Albeit, while moving our bodies and navigating and steering and taking care of the boat and taking care of our basic needs and communicating and trying to get some rest and remembering to eat well and check on the anchor and just breathe. You know, life in a dense body.

8 thoughts on “Life is Mostly Subjective & the Planet is Mostly Water

  1. kathyyost01

    My dearest sister; heart of my heart. I feel the toil of the journey, I see your inner soul finding joy in it, I hear the weariness of your being. I pray for warm sun smooth sailing, helpful people on the way. Most of all I wish you Gods speed to get to your winter mooring. Where you can soak up the sunshine and restore your soul and your heart. Stay safe, be careful. I love you.❤️❤️

  2. Wendy McGrath

    Phew! What a journey! So wise to listen when the body says rest. And always, always to turn to the heart’s intelligence. You are amazing ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

  3. Maria Barnes

    Super travel notes and photos!!!b Glad you’re moving! I feel the wind in my hair and envision myself flying above you! My light goes with you! Much love!

  4. Kim Last

    Greetings! My name is Kim Last and I have your blog address from Carol Morgan. I returned (to Grand Junction, western Colorado) today from the Oklahoma retreat with Carol, Xina, and other dear friends. Your blog address was mentioned and I took note. I sailed from the Sea of Cortez, Mexico, through the Panama Canal, aboard s/v I’n’I, for two years, 1991 and ’92. Is Irene a s/v or a power boat, may I ask? Thank you so much for your beautiful and descriptive writing – it’s a pleasure to read. Fair winds and following seas!

    1. betheship Post author

      Hi Kim, what a trip that must have been. We are on a Nordic Tug- We used to sail however, this boat was purchased specifically for traveling the US interconnected waterways (rivers) and the Atlantic. I’m excited to have you read my observation and very happy and grateful for the beautiful Spirit Led community 🧜🏽‍♀️💙


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