The Sound of her Wings

Welcome to my world!
Nomad Poet has found her wings and is learning to unfurl them. I am she that wanders, daughter of she that ponders and I have set my feet this time upon a watery path . I have chosen to document this journey so that other fellow wanderers at heart may join in. As I write this I am sitting in the cockpit of the 36' Cape Dory cutter sailing yacht which has been my home for the last 3 weeks. We are anchored here in Admiralty Bay at the island of Bequia in St Vincent and the Grenadines in the southern part of the Caribbean. I have joined Russell, the captain of the Lady Pauline, as his crew of no experience in an effort to do a thing which I have oft dreamed of but rarely spoken - because it somehow seemed out of reach. I will play the chameleon again. I will learn the wind and waves like they be my breath and blood. And so here on the ocean, which is my one true home, I will finally learn to fly.

For those of you new to my world, let me explain a bit. Though wandering has always been in my soul, I have on several occasions settled down to a "normal" life and have been quite happy during these more settled times - enjoying to the utmost home and hearth and pets and gardens and cozy couches and long epic movies and art and stable relationships..... but something always seems to spur me on - send me off to the next great adventure. Of which I have had many....several sailing adventures in the Florida Keys, Dry Tortugas and Bahamas when I was 18 & 19, hiked all 2147 miles of the Appalachian Trail when I was 21, been to 43 of the 50 states including Hawaii and Alaska , spent several years working in the fishing industry in a remote fishing village on an island in Alaska, spent 3 years living on the Tibetan Plateau in western China, traveled through parts of China, Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos, Thailand, New Zealand, Turkey, England, Peru, Canada, & Mexico....

....and now, somehow, I've turned up in the Grenadines living on a boat. I found myself at a moment in time when it was time for my moment. My big, obvious, staring me in the face opportunity to reach for the dream that could be my life. To reach without fear of falling. To reach without looking back.

And so... the plan?

4 months at sea in the Caribbean learning to sail. And if the effort is valiant and the learning is sufficient then May is a leaping off point - as we head across the Atlantic for the Azores, and Portugal, and the Mediterranean and beyond... Come with me on this journey if you choose - and see where the wind takes us, where the ripples converge...