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Shining Bright

Good morning everyone. The winds lightened up quite a bit despite the forecast for 15-20 knot winds. They just never came. So much of the day was easy sailing back and forth, upwind towards Camden. The heat and humidity have settled back in to the state as one more (final?) blast of summer temperatures settles back into Maine. Even the deer take a dip in the water, swimming from one island to another. A fabulous event to behold!

The cormorant I mentioned in yesterday's entry spent the night sitting on the boom. Jen finally woke it up during washdown when it stretched slowly, nodded its head, and gracefully flew off.

This has been a wonderful week. Great people are the name of the
game for us and this week has been no let down. We have sailed many
miles, seen many lighthouses, and had many laughs. I was up on deck
last night and the canopy of stars reminded me of the richness of
what happens here. When I look up I can either see the sky as a flat
assembly of twinkling lights or if I squint just right I can sense
the 3 dimensional richness of the universe. I see these windjammer
cruises as 3 dimensional. I see lights sitting all over the cabin
houses, the rocking chair, the lazarettes, around the tables at meal
time. Everyone aboard has richness and texture that I will never
know fully but which I am privileged to be touched by. I get
overwhelmed by it all. Just like the lighthouses along the shore
there are many stories to be discovered in the lights aboard. Some we
see from a distance, some we get to know up close. It is all very
beautiful.

Have a great day. Be well. Do good. Shine bright.

Photos by Barry & Jen.

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