I had a recent experience crossing 165 miles of open water in the North Atlantic from Newfoundland to Nova Scotia. I knew that I would require all of the navigational skills and trust in the little 22 foot boat, so carefully outfitted and maintained. Within an hour, the jagged cliffs of Newfoundland were no longer in view. It would be 9 more hour before seeing the other shore - an eternity at the time. The decision to go was marginal based on weather coming from an incoming hurricane and a finite amount of fuel to actually make it safely.
To Anna's point, I considered the alternatives and did the math on the fuel and basically took a "leap of faith" based on years of experience and the belief that should something unforeseen developed, I would handle it and have a great experience. It did work out great, arriving late at night to the safety of a little fishing harbor in Nova Scotia. In reflecting on the experience, the middle part, where you see no land in any direction, is a time for contemplation on the trust in a higher power that this is the right thing to do and that it will not only work out well, but be an incredible insight to how we might live our lives going forward.
When I read the one on Liminal Space I immediately thought of this song which you can hear on Youtube and see the wonderful video too..
Here is the link > https://youtu.be/VB7l3d6lu00?si=0HqLdFk1R645DTXp
And here are the lyrics.
The Place Between
Song by Samara Jade
I am letting the wind blow my boat
Just exactly where it needs to go
Got a paddle in my hand
In case i need to steer towards land
Got a paddle in my hand, anyway
I am waiting for life to unfold
Just exactly how it’s gonna unfold
Won’t worry what’s to come
‘Cause I know what’s done is done
That would spoil all the fun anyway
The place between
Thinking and not thinking
Doing and not doing
Floating and sinking
Somewhere in between
Ebbing and flowing
Trying and not trying
Knowing and not knowing
That’s where I’ll be going
That’s where you’ll find me
I am letting our paths intertwine
Just exactly how they’re gonna intertwine
I’ll try to keep an open heart
Though I’ve already torn apart
I’ll try to keep an open heart
Anyway
(chorus)
In the center of my soul
I will water seeds, so deep roots can grow
And anchor down into this empty hole
Find the place between holding close and letting go
And letting go
Holding close
And letting go
We are watching this world fall apart
But maybe it just needs to fall apart
To come together again
We’ll pick the pieces up and mend
To come together again
In a new way
(chorus)
I had a recent experience crossing 165 miles of open water in the North Atlantic from Newfoundland to Nova Scotia. I knew that I would require all of the navigational skills and trust in the little 22 foot boat, so carefully outfitted and maintained. Within an hour, the jagged cliffs of Newfoundland were no longer in view. It would be 9 more hour before seeing the other shore - an eternity at the time. The decision to go was marginal based on weather coming from an incoming hurricane and a finite amount of fuel to actually make it safely.
To Anna's point, I considered the alternatives and did the math on the fuel and basically took a "leap of faith" based on years of experience and the belief that should something unforeseen developed, I would handle it and have a great experience. It did work out great, arriving late at night to the safety of a little fishing harbor in Nova Scotia. In reflecting on the experience, the middle part, where you see no land in any direction, is a time for contemplation on the trust in a higher power that this is the right thing to do and that it will not only work out well, but be an incredible insight to how we might live our lives going forward.