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Learning to Sail – Part 3

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Matthew rolled the trailer with the 3.8 metre Pacer across the sand and into the water. My job was to pull the trailer back up the beach a little. It was surprisingly light. Then I took a few steps into the water before climbing into the boat.

He’d shown me how to put the Pacer together. Remove the coverings. Unwrap the main sail. Secure the mast. Thread the main sail into the mast. Secure the wire stays.

‘Can you please pull the centre board back?’ asked Matt pointing to a plastic handle in the middle of the boat. As I did this, the Pacer floated freely away from the shore and the wind caught in the single sail.

I sat at the bow (front) and Matthew at the stern (back). I watched, listened and asked lots of questions.

The tiller that was attached to the rudder, and steered us on a ninety degree angle to the wind. While he maneuvered a rope on a pulley system that controlled the boom and how much leeway he gave to the sail. One minute we were gliding up the waves and crashing down the other side, the next we were almost stationary. Sprays of salty sea water splashed my face and wetsuit… I loved it!

When we weren’t conversing, I thought about the wind and the water. Together they were a powerhouse of unpredictable energy. It was imperative one worked in harmony with these elements.

I went with the Pacer’s uneven rhythm, my body tuning into to the trust and flexibility required to go with the flow. When we were I don’t know how far out, Matthew said,  ‘When I say “tacking” duck your head under the boom and move to the other side.’

‘Okay.’

Moments later… ‘Tacking!’

As the Pacer navigated a 180 degree turn I ducked under the boom and slid across the seat. Matthew added, ‘You always tack on the up of a wave crest.’

‘Right.’

‘Today is an onshore breeze,’ he said.

‘Which means?’

‘The wind is blowing toward the shore…’ Of course, I thought to myself.

‘…we won’t get blown out to sea,’ he said laughing. That was good to know.

As far out as we were, I noticed I could still vaguely see the ocean floor.

Matthew had intended for me to have a go at the tiller and tacking, but the winds grew more unpredictable. We were flying toward the shore. Then we were stationary, and Matt was standing to keep us balanced. At one point the wind caught Matt by surprise and I felt us almost tip. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said. ‘I’ve got it. You’ll know I’ve lost it if I swear!’

So I settled with ‘being’ instead of doing, and was reminded again of enjoying what is. Having no destination, we sailed toward the shore and out again on repeat, several times over.

With each leg of the adventure I grew more comfortable with my connection to the wind and the water. Even the stories he told of when things hadn’t gone well didn’t deter me. All that was missing were the dolphins.

Have you experienced sailing? Or would you like to? Do you love the water and the wind?

I hope you’ll join me in part 4 where I’ll share my personal experience of captaining the Pacer.

Write to Heal and make your mark!

Blessings,

Leanda Michelle ♥


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Learning to Sail – Part 1

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The forecast is set for 19 degrees. It’s cloudy with a 10% chance of rain, and 23 kms/hr ssw winds — perfect conditions for learning to sail says my 18 years young instructor, Matthew.

I feel like I’m 18 years young again too, and not about to turn 50, such is the excitement I feel bubbling in my energy field. I’ve noticed the Universe has my back on this too, as my first task in preparation of this adventure is to find appropriate clothing.

I need a wetsuit, and if I don’t have one of these then shorts, tee and vest will do. The shorts and tee aren’t a problem, but I don’t own a vest or a wetsuit. I ask a friend who surfs on the off chance she knows where I can get my hands on one. Then I decide to commit to go regardless.

That’s the thing about not being attached to the outcome. It allows your flow to weave its magic. A few days later, my dear friend gets back to me. She’s found a wetsuit. Thanks to Prue from East Coast Surf School I’m ready. I’ve never worn a full wetsuit before, the closest was shorts from when I’d water-skied on the Murray River — many moons ago.

 

I make the decision to watch a tutorial on how to put on and take off a wetsuit. I know, it can’t be that hard, right! Though, it’s not good practice to think one knows it all. From my experience this can bring one unstuck. I’m glad I listen, because what I learn is fingernails can damage the wetsuit fabric… and I have nails!

Being mindful to use the tips of my fingers and not my nails, I wriggle into the wetsuit. I can’t stop smiling. There’s excitement. Anticipation. And I feel safe in the knowledge that I will wear a life jacket. Do I feel any fear? Yes and no. Yes because the ocean far exceeds me… it’s power, mystery, energy, and magnitude of space. No, because I place my complete trust in my quest for learning and remembering.

I’m a mermaid! Just kidding. Though the thought is a happy playful one.

So, why sail? Find out in part 2.

What’s new for you? Have you sailed before? Share in the comments below.

Write to Heal and make your mark!

Leanda Michelle ♥


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Life Experiences House Sitting

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House sitting has been quite a journey of delving deeper into self. The take away was discovering exactly where I want to put my roots down. If I had not branched out to different locations I may not have realised this truth.

My first house sit, in March, was in the leafy seaside suburb of Beaumaris. A quiet location, yet it felt pretentious. The vibe was more work-oriented than a balanced lifestyle, though, my summary may have been in haste as it was gathered from only four days. I haven’t included a photo of these two adorable pooches because we didn’t have time to create a close bond, though, they are no less memorable.

My next stop was Korumburra to care for my friend Gloria’s dog, Toto. When we weren’t walking or eating, Toto was keeping me company while I completed my third memoir.

I spent the following two months with two of my sons in Mornington and Mount Martha, before caring for three gorgeous cats in Rosebud. I love the name Rosebud, and while there is the old mixed with the new—seaside cottages and extravagant mansions—it was the land I felt connected to. Rosebud is cocooned between Arthur’s Seat—rolling green hills of abundant nature, and the sea. For me, it feels like the best of both worlds—a kaleidoscope of natural goodness that magically nourishes my soul.

My Beautiful Furry Friends… Love them all!

I then returned to my past… another eighteen-days in Korumburra and twenty-four days in Leongatha, both in the Strzelecki Ranges of Gippsland. I remember the first time I entered our first property in Mirboo North. I knew I’d been there before. It was home. Yet over the course of five years since leaving Gippsland, I’d experienced much change. What I hadn’t realised was the loss and grief I’d experienced when living there had left a scar, and I wasn’t keen to return. I wondered if I had taken a backward step.

Of course, I hadn’t. I came to understand, as new opportunities presented, that I would experience the opposite—joy. It was a balancing of the scales, so to speak. I continued to work on my projects, and found they all came to completion around the same time. Then friend and client, Jenniffer Button asked if I’d be interested in collaborating. I happily accepted the invitation, as we both work from a heart-centred space, and thought it could be fun.

Jenniffer played her crystal singing bowls, while my job was to channel a guided visualisation that led people into their own inner journey of self-discovery. We shared six sessions over a period of three weeks. At the final session I decided, with a prompt from Jenniffer, to tone with the bowls. That’s when the real magic of our collaboration took me to a whole new level.

Guided Visualisation sessions accompanied by Jenniffer Button playing her Alchemy Crystal Singing Bowls… amazing sound!

The sound of the bowls and my voice became one. I saw and felt the resonance (frequency) vibrate in my vocal cords, as they mixed and integrated in the ether. It was such a joyous feeling that my eyes filled with tears, and I felt my heart expand with love and warmth.

This showed me that we are all instruments in the grand scheme of the Universe, and have the power to tweak, manipulate, sing a different tune, believe a new story, change an old pattern, than we’ve previously sung. In other words, we can be, do, and have anything we want. All we have to do is tune into that frequency. And we do this by playing, experimenting, exploring and creating.

Immersed in colour and fragrance in a private garden – Leongatha

Living in other people’s energy, I’ve no doubt, has broadened my creativity and view of the world. There is no place for judgement and how others live, only a deep pool of gratitude. I’ve loved photographing the herbs and flowers in every garden. Each time I ventured into the garden, I saw something new. And the closer I came in contact with nature, the more beauty I found within self! I’ve made new friendships, both from the animal kingdom and in human form, and my gratitude for their gift of giving and sharing fills my heart with abundance and joy.

One of the greatest joys is hearing about the people’s adventures. Everywhere I house sat, the homeowners went on a holiday: the Barossa Valley, the Greek Islands, England, the USA. And each involved a celebration: a special birthday, visiting family and friends, a marriage proposal.

This is why I love to travel, to experience the world and add depth and meaning to my life. Being free from financial constraints while house sitting has seen my life to be simpler and less stressful. Though, I would like to put my roots down because then there’s always a place to come home to… a point of grounding. I welcome the next stage of my life, however it may unfold. May new opportunities open for us all, to see, explore, dance in a creative world full of love, belonging and working together in balance and harmony, for the greater good of all.

Write to Heal and make your mark!

Blessings,

Leanda Michelle


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Character Building

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I’m almost 20,000 words in to my fantasy novel and am beginning to see an epic adventure in the making. As I weave in and out of the light and the dark aspects—because they are two halves of the whole—I admit it’s character building for me to write from both of these aspects.

Until today, I had two characters with no names. Throughout the handwritten pages of my work in progress, I had referred to them as mother and father. This started to bug me, so I did a little research and found them an appropriate name that matched their character.

This led to me research my own name. Twenty five years ago my name held little more meaning than:

Leanda [le-an-da] is an alternate spelling of Leandra (Greek):

feminine of Leander and means “lion man”

Today, though, I found a more detailed meaning which I felt was interesting.

A snippet of what it mentions is I like to complete what I start, and I also get bored easily. To this end, it appears true as I currently have three projects on the go at the same time, and flit easily from one to another when I feel like it. As William Cowper wrote:

“Variety’s the very spice of life, that gives it all it’s flavour.”

The article says, I’m generous yet like to see returns from my giving. I came to fully understand this when I wrote In Light of the Truth… now is the time to remember. This comes from learning the hard way, that to give, I must do this from a space of love and not expect anything in return. Though an equal exchange of energy is always favourable to avoid feelings of disappointment and resentment.

The next piece is a trait I used to hide from through my fear of being seen; you have an executive ability, you are a leader. As I write this, I seek clarity in the capacity of which I am to lead, though, I am willing to embrace my unlimited potential and make the most of being here.

Leanda is said to mean that I’m moral, balanced, honest and intellectual, and may attain spirituality. Well, I have certainly been addressing these, and in hindsight have a deep appreciation for all I have learned and remembered to date.

I nodded when I read that I have an appreciation for beauty—taking photographs is one example, and I chuckled to myself that I always think before I act.  Hmm… I haven’t always thought before I acted, though, these have led me to invaluable learning and attaining more wisdom.

The next statement resonated and simultaneously made me squirm; I lead an eventful, exciting life, am versatile and learn easily. While I do pick up new learning easily, the eventful and exciting life comes with the uncertainty of where I’m going at any given time 😉

I think my sons might have something to say about this last statement; I’m always looking for a chance to do my own thing, be my own person, and do things my way. Yes, I like my independence, and my sons value theirs too.

So, what does your name mean? Have you ever felt drawn to investigate? I believe that we choose our birth name. Why? Because each word (name) holds a vibration, and contains an essence that is intricately linked to our purpose for being here. As I wrote in Write to Heal, my Mum was going to call me Leanne until two weeks before I was born and she saw Leanda in the births section of the newspaper. To this day, I am grateful she chose the latter.

Loving our name is an important aspect of loving self. If you don’t love your name, you may like to look into why and heal this aspect. When we fully love self, we naturally feel joy-full, and don’t need to seek love from outside of self. I look forward to reading about your name and how you feel about it.

Write to Heal and make your mark!

Blessings,

Leanda ♥

PS: The featured image attached to this post is the journal I was given by the lovely man I met in Paris 2015… M.K. thank you sincerely… I am following through as promised, and writing my fantasy novel in these pages!


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The Space In-between

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Before I left Canada in January I was gifted a set of the May You Know Joy Meditation cards, created by Adrienne Enns Edgar. I only opened them when I presented my first Write to Know Joy class in March, simply because they were about joy! Well, we’ve been using them as a homework writing prompt ever since!

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This month, the card — May You Know Space — really got me thinking about the space in-between so many things.

The space in-between my pauses for breath

The space in-between my thoughts

Today, I took a stroll to the beach and more spaces appeared, in-between the steps that led to the sand, and between the sparkles on the water…

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In-between the seagulls and the sand as they soared on the air currents.

In-between the clouds and the clear blue sky.

Then there was the space in-between the waves crashing onto the shoreline and between the beads of foam…

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I realised there was space all around me, for at one point I had the whole beach to myself. Why? I’ve no idea because it was a glorious sunny day!

Nature is full of wondrous spaces to explore. Equally wondrous, are the spaces within us.

To know space is to be present in the moment, and to be aware of how I feel. I love my sacred space for it where I am at peace with self, to ponder, explore, expand and create. I love sharing my space too, being in the company of like-minded people feels satisfying, rewarding, enriching.

What does knowing space mean to you?

Adrienne, Chief Joy Curator at May You Know Joy, will be a guest speaker at Write to Know Self, via Skype, in June… you can read all about it here.

Write to Heal and make your mark!

Blessings,

Leanda ♥