The ocean is vast. She is great. She doesn't care when her depths are shallow, or when they are fathomless. She just undulates and breathes her breath. You are not a factor. You are lucky if you can move about her surface without mishap, without fail. You honor and respect her majesty. You bow to her power.
There are times when you and your vessel return to a safe port and respect her wishes.
You listen and learn from her.
I wonder sometimes how often we would pause if it was just Hubs and me. If we didn't have Coco.
I think we would we be a lot more reckless. We would charge head first, holding hands, and press our way through... Anything.
But, it's not just the 2 of us. We have extra special gargo.
There is Coco.
So, we are more cautious. Our anxiety and fear is exponential.
That is why today we turned back.
We could have forged ahead and consequences be damned.
But... Coco... Sanity and self preservation.
Our Coco. She was just happy with the pool on the other end of our meltdown.
*We were well on our way to crossing the Bahamas Banks. We turned around and headed back to Bimini. This, we are learning, is part of cruising. The weather window that was predicted was inaccurate. We were in a position to turn around. So we did. Safety first.
Yes, we are completely deflated. We had hoped to be on our way across the Banks. But also, YES, we are content to be at a safe marina... As it was our only other other option.
Taking stock. Licking our wounds. Feeling grateful for honest, human responses.
To being free and being real!*
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