Many thanks for the encouraging comments I received after the last time
I had a whine about “what am I doing out here?” I’ve just read them, and
they couldn’t have come at a better time. Today has been another one of
THOSE days. Lots of hard work for bugger-all results. I had retired to
the cabin in a thoroughly grumpy mood, but after reading the comments am
feeling much restored.
I’m sure this lack of progress is all very good for my spiritual
discipline of non-attachment. (Haha! The Thunderbird email app just
popped up an automated reminder, triggered by the word “attachment”,
that I need to remember to add the attachment. Not this time, Thunderbird!)
The concept of non-attachment, as I understand it, is that although it’s
good to care about things, it’s best not to be attached to them, because
everything is subject to change. So if you are attached to, say, your
looks or your house or your job, then eventually you’ll suffer because
one day you may lose them.
This morning I was attached to my goal of x number of miles of progress
today. But a sneaky west wind had other ideas. And so, I relinquish my
attachment to my goal. It was probably all ego anyway.
All the same, and despite all the encouraging comments, I do still
wonder why I felt the calling to do my campaigning through the odd
medium of ocean rowing. I’m sure there are other ways I could have been
at least as effective, without being put through quite such trials of
patience and perseverance.
Next time around, please could I be the supermodel-turned-campaigner, or
A quote for the day: Experience is not what happens to you. It is what you do with what happens to you. (Aldous Huxley)
Photo: just keep sticking the oars in the water…
The sunshine service was turned back on today. Good news! Enough sunshine to power the watermaker to replenish supplies after yesterday’s gloom.
I saw a container ship today, the first I have seen since I left the
Abrolhos Islands. I didn’t feel the urge to raise them on the radio. In
fact, I felt vaguely indignant that they were intruding on my ocean.
I finished listening to “Life” by Keith Richards. I ended up really
enjoying it. Now I’m back to some good old Maisie Dobbs, my favourite
psychologist/private investigator. This particular story is set in a
Cambridge college founded to advance the cause of world peace. If only.
Sponsored Miles: Scott McCarter (with birthday wishes for his daughter Anna), Kevin Hamilton and Judy Ebert.