HEADING NORTH



It’s so nice to be writing in any place that I land. Being here for a month and isolated in a house with nowhere to go was really the perfect way to discipline myself and to create a solid writing routine. You must remember that I’m not an educated writer. I’ve come into this project with no writing skills and a true fear of it. It’s been wonderful to receive such positive reinforcement from outsiders when they read my stuff. That alone has been a major encouragement to sit down and get it done. 
The past month has been so productive. Though I miss my ‘Southern Man’ terribly, we communicate every day and are accepting of this time apart. He gets to go on some motorcycle trips with his friends and I get to relive the most exciting time of my life. 

AM I A 21st CENTURY PEACE PILGRIM?


Meet 'Peace'!
That's actually her name.
She adopted the name in 1953 and then walked across the United States for 28 years advocating against war, and for peace. Her birth name was Mildred Lisette Norman but during her pilgrimage no one ever knew her by her birth name. They called her 'Peace' because that was her legal name. 
During my North-South trek from NYC to Miami, one of my couchsurfing hosts who lived in Elkton, Maryland specifically put this book on the end table next to the couch that I would be sleeping on. 
He didn't tell me about it.
I didn't see it the first day that I was there but it came into sight on the second day. It actually was laying there in a very obvious place but I guess I was too fatigued to notice, but when I did see it, time stood still. 

SOMEONE CUT MY ANCHOR LINE


I looked out to the anchorage to check on my little boat from shore and she was gone. 
Gone? How could that be? 
"Where is my boat?", I asked my 'Southern man'.
His facial expression said it all. 
He was as confused as I was.
He didn't know either.

LOSE YOUR SELF

(Image courtesy of Jeffrey Foote Photography)
I realized in this life, I had the option to believe in God or in my 'self'.

When I believed in my 'self', or pacified my ego,
I was limited to only what I could do; 
only what human flesh can do.
When I connected to God, my internal Spirit, the possibilities in my life became limitless and my personal power much stronger.

MORE THAN HUMAN IN THE SACRED VALLEY


Though my 'whiteness' may remind them of my colonial forefathers and foremothers,
no one disrespects me here.
Though their desire is to have their country all to themselves, 
they accept my 'time' here.
I am everywhere that they are.
I shop at their markets, 
I walk their streets, 
I visit their ancient land, 
I am in their space.
They need me and they must hate that, 
if they hate anything at all.

PEACE RULES IN THE PLASTIC BUBBLE




I opened my eyes and it was dark. 
He stood standing looking through the plastic window of the cockpit at the moon lit night in front of him.
"Is it my turn to watch?', I asked.
"Whenever you're ready baby", he responded.
stretched my body as long as it could stretch on the padded bed and elongated as much as possible. It was my turn to take watch so my 'Southern Captain' could get a few hours sleep. I removed the blanket from my overly clothed body and sat up.
"It's a gorgeous night out there", I said, "A perfect night actually."
I got up from my side of the cockpit and straightened out the covers. He was still looking outside and I had to share this moment with him. I leaned myself up against him from behind and gave him a kiss on the neck.

UNPLUGGED AND UNTIED


I returned from Peru about a month ago and am happily back on the sailing vessel 'Gracious Lady' with my 'Southern man'.
This morning I am waking up at a crazy early hour and am preparing for a two week journey down the East Coast of America on our 42 foot sailboat. 
God willing.
This type of sailing trip is a first for me.
This is the first big adventure on a sailboat which will be sailed not only on the scenic Intracoastal Waterway, but also at sea, several miles off shore. 

It's very interesting to reflect on my life right now. 
I lived a minimalistic life raising my daughter as an only parent,
a minimalistic life living in my van for a year,
a minimalistic life backpacking from NYC to MIAMi, 
and I now live a minimalistic life while I float on water.