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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 2

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It’s late November, 2017 and a blissful evening for a stroll along the Mornington Esplanade. I capture the sun as it sets across the bay, and then sit on a large rectangular rock to gaze at the sea. Voices mix with the traffic behind me. Then I think I hear music and I’m lured by its distant melody. I’m led to a hall where a band is practicing. I marvel at their collaboration, and am reminded of when I used to play the trombone. The sound spurs me on and I smile and hum to myself.

An unusually warm breeze rich with seduction caresses the exposed parts of my skin. It’s freeing to have no destination and I feel content to meander for the pure pleasure of it.

Where I end up is on a cliff that overlooks the marina. I watch the people, out in their droves, boating, jet-skiing, canoodling… before I turn my attention to the toffee marbled sky.

A question pops into my mind, ‘How do I want to celebrate turning 50?’

Another question follows, ‘If I were to die tomorrow, what would I feel I’d missed out on?’

Easy… ‘Sailing!’

I was eleven years of age when I first went on a yacht. My parents confirmed the year was 1979, along with a few finer details. We left from the Royal South Australian Yacht Squadron, Outer Harbour for afternoon tea on-board a yacht that had once sailed in the Sydney to Hobart race. Though, the name of it can not be recalled, it was owned by my Dad’s boss, Jack Winter.

All I remember was sitting at the bow with my legs dangling over the edge, hanging onto the silver railing and being in awe of the dolphins who were joining me in my joy.

I have wanted to experience this again, ever since.

I arrive early so I can climb into the wetsuit. In my nervousness I put it on back to front… take a deep breath, remove it and have another go. Success!

Then I meet Matthew on the grass in front of the Mount Martha Yacht Club to get the Pacer ready… that’s the name of the two-person sailing boat that I’m to learn on.

Of course, the numbers are the first thing to grab my attention… 2523… reduces to 3… perfect, we need clear communication to learn how to sail. Moreover, it’s a soulful opportunity.

Find out what happens on my maiden voyage in part 3.

Do you have a fond memory of doing something you thoroughly enjoyed in your childhood? What’s the first memory that pops into your mind? Do you still do this today? Or have you yet to invite it back into your life? I invite you to share your thoughts and memories, below.

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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What Does 2018 Represent For You?

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A spontaneous gathering took place two weeks before Christmas. At the time I felt inspired to thank everyone in my life for their continued support. I’d shared photos of previous vision boards, and had asked if anyone would like to know more about how to set an intent for 2018. That’s how the vision board gratitude gathering came to be.

This showed me, again, that I’ve no need to rush to organise myself, get busy being creative, or get my workshops and courses out there for the sake of ‘making something happen’. There is divine plan already in place. All I need to do is listen, show up, and take action when required.

This will be my running theme for 2018… to trust in the synchronicities of life… seek clarity… plan and prepare diligently, quietly, and introspectively for the following year. If you haven’t guessed already, I’ve entered a seven numerological year.

The feeling to be on my own New Year’s Eve was a first. In the past I’ve sought to do something, be somewhere, join others in an attempt to feel like I belong… often to my detriment. Not this year. I felt at home with Self. I didn’t need to be anywhere or do anything, and a joyful energy gently flowed through me as I did what I wanted to do.

I digress.

Getting back to the vision board gathering, many shared their word for 2018. If you’ve been following my blog posts these past five years you will know I’ve had one for each. Some wanted to take action when they hadn’t in the past. Others sought peace after facing many-a-challenge during the year. And while I listened to many varied fabulous words that reflected an aspect of myself too, my word alluded me.

It was during my two week road trip to Adelaide to see my family for Christmas that my word, or mantra, for 2018 became obvious. Clarity.

What does clarity mean to me?

  • Have clear vision of my purpose… with the intent to inspire and uplift
  • Know when to take action and when to be still
  • Understand why I do what I do and how this affects Self and others
  • Accept one step at a time is all I need to be aware of
  • Embrace trust as my natural state of being
  • Be a conscious co-creator

What does clarity mean to you? If you can add to my list, I’m open and grateful to expand on it.

Is there one word you’re drawn to for 2018? What is it and what does it mean to you? Are you aware of your personal year in numerology and what this may indicate? Find out here.

What if you don’t have a word, and don’t have a clear vision for the year ahead? How can you plan when you’ve no idea what’s for your highest good? Where might you begin to find out? Well, I invite you to join me on this year’s seven numerology journey as I step into the unknown, and embrace clarity. It’s my intent that it be a joy-full ride! May all that I share benefit you for when your seven year arises. And if you’re navigating a seven-year too, please comment below.

May this New Year bring you much joy, love and laughter. May you feel fully supported in everything you do, and also know your personal truth and belonging.

Love, Blessings, Friendship and Happiness,

Leanda Michelle ♥


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Who Am I?

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I had intended to name this post, confession… though it has no religious connotations and I’m not guilty of anything. So, who am I, seemed a more suitable fit.

On the eve of launching the Travel ‘n’ Write guide I found myself unable to sleep. By 1am all manner of thoughts had flowed in and out of my mind, so I got up and wrote them down. Best sleeping medicine ever, I might add!

Like you, I am a beautiful Soul that has embodied a human vessel. Like you, I am here to learn, remember, and surrender, amongst a myriad of other pieces to the whole.

This year for me has been about loving self, and those I care deeply about… my family, friends, acquaintances… even strangers, yes… I care a lot, about the state of the world we are in and about us, the people inhabiting this planet.

This year, I delved into my creativity. Hand in hand with our Creator, I started and completed a list of projects:

My third Memoir completed the trilogy of my memoirs answering the questions of love and belonging

I wrote 20,000+ words of a fantasy novel

I wrote a piece called Home for the Women Who Write Anthology, which I submitted and it was accepted

I wrote another piece called Letter to My Ex for another Anthology and even though this was accepted, the project didn’t go ahead

I compiled information about numerology and offered the Personal Year Numerology PDF

I re-wrote my Write to Heal: Be the Narrator of Your Universe Program and felt so fortunate to share this project with three beautiful Souls

I wrote, recorded and launched the My Year of Joy project… this begins January 2018

I created the Travel ‘n’ Write movie trailer, wrote and launched the Travel ‘n’ Write guide for the conscious traveller and person who seeks to explore the depths of who they are, through meditation and transport

I wrote the Write to Heal Template and trailed this via Skype with friends in Canada… I’ve yet to share this publicly

I don’t share this with you to big-note myself. It is my humble intent to let you know what I learned from the above. Namely the art of completion… patience… and trust.

Let’s begin with completion:

I love beginning a project. There’s excitement behind every new beginning which gives it the momentum to take flight. Over the past nine years especially, since choosing to be self-employed and live a meaningful life through being creative, I have had to learn to cultivate the discipline to see my visions complete. Yet this is not where a project ends.

What comes next is the marketing… selling the creation… and coming up with a figure that encompasses the hours invested in sitting, listening, typing, imagining, talking, drafting, editing, polishing. It’s an accumulation of years and lifetimes of attaining wisdom, knowledge, and information. It has been the selling and putting a price on my creations where I’ve either shrunk or walked away from the project entirely.

Selling what I’ve created is part of the wheel of creation… as though each part of the whole of creation are equal and important.

Imagine, you’ve bought all the ingredients to make a Christmas pudding: the fruit, flour, eggs, cloth etc. You’ve boiled it for 4 hours, yet you’ve neglected to hang it out in the sunshine to cure… resulting in a soggy pudding that will turn mouldy and be of no enjoyment to anyone.

So I’ve had to learn to be a sales person.

Patience is another key to completion. It’s not good for our mental health and wellbeing to think too far ahead, or about the what-if scenarios. In the past when I haven’t seen the results I wanted, I gave up. The older I get it seems this lesson of patience, grows longer and more difficult to sustain. Which leads me to trust.

Why would I not trust when I’m guided to join hands with our Creator, to craft a project into form and not see the results of my labours? To not reach those it was created for, and inspire? But wait… what if all the projects were only for me to learn and remember?

Yes, this is an aspect, though, this too is incomplete within the whole.

The lesson is three-fold: everything I have created has instilled in me the self-confidence and belief in my partnership with our Creator… it is to trust that there is a divine right time for everything… it is to know and appreciate the moments of creation, instead of forever seeking the by-product and end result.

The number of people I reach through my creative projects is never guaranteed, and is unknown.

Just as I reached the end of my string of hope for making a living and fully supporting self through my creative ventures, I thought I heard a whisper… it beckoned me home to remember…

♥ BELIEVE!

So, who am I? I am — in part — the result of my thoughts and beliefs.

May you be in joy each moment of your creative adventures by being in the here and now. There’s no other place to be. Enjoy the wonder as you wander… for life is indeed a mystery.

Write to Heal and make your mark!

Blessings,

Leanda Michelle ♥