Sailing Monarchs

Good morning everyone. We enjoyed a terrific overnight passage last
night. The full moon was brilliant as it stood overhead during my
0000-0400 watch. The shadows of the rig and sails were as clear as
if it were daytime. We were thankful for the helping hand from Mr.
Moon as we threaded our way through numerous oil and natural gas
platforms, mostly lit with a dozen or so exceptions. Dark in the
shadows of the waves one could occasionally glimpse out of the corner
of ones eye the faint image of an unlit platform. My advice to my
watch mates... look with the sides of your pupils as well as the
centers. I call this the intuitive eye. You swear you saw something
but when you look straight at it, there it is, gone. For those of
you who really want to read into that one, life lesson #237, trust
that what it may, take energy to see what really is there. It takes work
and your life may depend on it!

The other great thing we have seen off shore in the Gulf of Mexico
are monarchs....everywhere by the thousands. Monarch
butterflies...gotta go, gotta go, gotta go to Mexico (I stole that
from a favorite childrens book). I swear I saw many of these
butterflies just up in Maine while we were sailing about a month
ago. How cool is that! We were also visited by a winter wren that
flitted between our feet searching for crumbs on deck and a few tiny
insects. I am not sure where the wren is headed but it hitch hiked
150 miles with us. It did not sing its song, one of my favorites and
the longest of any bird I know of lasting a full 30 seconds or more
on a single lung full of air. So I will have to be patient and wait
until next windjammer season when the monarchs and wrens return to
Maine.

Have a great day. Be well. Do good.

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