An infusion of Power is a Gift not to be shunned…
racing a monster at sea with flashes of intense light surrounding…
gusts of wind which could throw a Soul to the bottom of the sea without warning…yet…
being One with This through a Flow, creates laughter once the finish line is crossed, for what was seen before as complex…becomes simple.
Above Petah was the moon, clear now against many stars. The sea became lit up from the brightness of a three-quarter and nearing full moon. The line of thunderstorms in between the Little She and their destination became very clear. He could see the outline of individual storms which were separated by a mile or so of distance. As he watched the storms move, he could see that they were moving from north to south across the path he now traveled. Deciding to change course again slightly, he aimed for the moving opening between the storms. Within his Soul, he heard a gun go off as if to start a race.
“This should be interesting,” spoke Petah to the sails.
He decided to leave them up for now since he was moving faster than he could with only the engine running. He wanted to beat this storm. Petah started the diesel just in case he had to drop the sails quickly. With it running, he figured he would still have some control. With the same two reefs in the mainsail as he had set when he left Bermuda, the smaller amount of sail area could handle strong winds, yet a strong gust could push the boat over. Petah knew this and continued. The huge genoa sail at his bow was his power sail and where the most forward motion would come from, so he tested different amounts of the sail presented to the oncoming wind. The genoa was now about halfway out with the rest of the sail furled in nicely. The Little She was at an angle with her starboard side high out of the water and the port side rail low, nearing the water’s edge. As she descended down the backside of an oncoming swell sideways, she would pick up speed sending them quickly up the next swell sometimes with a cresting wave crashing over the starboard bow and tipping the Little She slightly creating more of an angle and dipping the port rail underwater. Petah adjusted more each time when he saw a breaking wave so that they would sail directly into it, turning back on course as they descended. Petah and the Little She were now zigzagging nicely in the increasingly gusty winds as they approached the edge of the thunderstorm.
Petah saw the front edge of the rain clearly now. They were close to the storm which was moving quickly to the south. Petah adjusted his course and knew that they would pass through the front edge of it. He had been aiming for the clear space between the storms, but the one he raced was moving faster than he anticipated. He knew he must change course again soon trying to shoot through the front edge. He could see moonlight on the water beyond the front edge, so he would not be in it very long, yet given the sharp angle of the rain, he knew the wind would be very strong within the storm. As the first few drops began hitting his face, Petah turned the boat slightly and aimed for the other side. His compass read three hundred degrees.
His speed was between nine and eleven knots, sometimes hitting twelve as they descended down the backside of a swell. The rain was heavy now, almost as heavy as the storm he battled on the way to Bermuda. Now and then, a gust would hit the mainsail almost capsizing the Little She. As they crossed the middle section of the thunderstorm front, Petah saw the navigation lights of a sailboat to his north as lightning was striking the surface of the sea between them. The boat was heading north with her sails down in a direction straight into the oncoming waves and wind.
“Sailing Vessel off my starboard within the thunderstorm. Do you read me?” spoke Petah into his hand held VHF.
No answer from the boat. He repeated several times and received no answer from the vessel.
Petah continued sailing the Little She and was flying through the storm as if a bird. The rain soaked his rain gear, yet his upper body stayed dry and warm. As he passed the middle section and saw more moonlight ahead of him, he angled back towards his original compass heading of three hundred-twelve degrees towards Charleston. The winds began to taper off as he came out of the rain, lightning and wind.
Petah kept his speed as fast as he could, separating the Little She from the storm. He saw no other thunderstorms in front of them this night. As they created miles from the band of storms, he could see more of them to the north behind the one he had just crossed. The storms would stay behind them now.
As his beating heart slowed, Petah looked into the night sky and saw a beautiful moon amongst stars. He hove-to and stopped the boat.
“Wow…oh my God,” spoke Petah to the Little She as he began to laugh.
Petah laughed breathlessly for several minutes until his belly began to hurt.
“We won this race little girl. Thank you,” spoke Petah to the boom of the Little She.
The exhausted sailor left the diesel running, descended into the cabin and cooked some rice. He ate his rice in the cockpit while looking at the stars and lightning strikes far away to the east behind him. After a time, Petah descended back down into the safety of the cabin, laid his tired body down on the settee and fell fast asleep.
–Path of Three Hundred, from the chapter, “…day Five to the West…” of “Part III: The Challenge“
I was “in the Zone” that day while sailing alone across the sea…
as I am today while progressing along a Path of Life with wonderful people…
Powerful indeed, it is to be this Way…
My wish for all humans is the same…Love Life and live it with the Dreams of You as the Fuel to feel not good…but Great.
Peace to You,