la paz piddling

Wow.  Tons and tons.

What a time! 

 

I'm working with Herbert, who is my new sailing partner of sorts (unofficial of course).  We are sealing his decks and putting on some non-skid (so one doesn't slip and fall off the boat—it is paint with sand in it).

 

I've had so much on my mind.   I am coming to a good place.  I am getting prepped for the next leg which will probably be to the Marquesas.  Don't think we'll do much before then.  Thinking of leaving just before the turn of the month.

 

I'm changing I think.  I am getting a grip on some psychological things.  I'm getting back on my game. 

I've had so many questions and issues hanging over me, but I'm coming to an equilibrium.  I'm with great people which makes such a difference: solidarity and support.

I'm not alone out here.  It is amazing.  Everyone picks you up when your down.  Or, here, it is very hard to get down at all.  La Paz is as its name implies.  It is difficult not to relax.

 

I am alone again.  My boat is presently my own.

And now I realize that I am on the doorstep of something massive.   I am about to sail across the Pacific….alone.   I hadn't really thought about it, but wow.   There it is.

I've never done anything like it.   That is solitude like none other in the world.  I can't imagine it—it is so far from anything I can fathom.

On the AT I saw people every single day.  And Widge was always with me when I lived in the mountains.

This is off my map.

 

And I'm psyched about it!!  I want it.  The leg from Los Frails to La Paz showed me so much about myself.   I have faith.

 

I am no fool and I know there are all sorts of things I may be overlooking.  But I believe.  My rig has been pushed.  It feels right.

 

So here I am.  I have made it away.   Now I have to put one leg in front of the other and keep going.  So many strange things are taking place that it is impossible to know what is in store.

 

Each day I see dolphins feeding around my boat.  I share meals with friends.  I work and relax, drink rum at sunset.  There is lots of love around.   I could use more hugs, my only complaint.  Too few women about in the sailing world.

But I am smiling, smiling a lot in the last couple of days especially.  A few conversations have opened my eyes to some wonderful things.

I am looking to the future again, planning, dreaming, piecing together  those things that matter in my heart.  I hope in a year or two's time I will have something—something unique and mind to carry with me through the world, something I do that contributes.  That is my dream.